And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to a lad, Carry him to his mother.
And when the child was grown, on a certain day, he went out to his father to the reapers.
And when he had taken him, and brought him to his mother, he sat on her knees till noon, and then died.
My soul, my soul! I am pained at my very heart; my heart makes a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.