And he said to his father, “My head, my head.” And he said to his young man, “Carry him to his mother.”
Then the child was grown. And the day came that he went out to his father to the reapers.
Then he carried him and brought him to his mother, and he sat on her knees until noon, and then died.
¶My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart! My heart is pounding in me; I cannot be silent Because you have heard, O my soul, The sound of the trumpet, The shout of war.