He said to his father, “My head! My head!” And his father said to the servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
and the child grew up healthy. One day the boy went out to his father among the reapers.
The servant picked him up and carried him to his mother; he sat in her lap until noon, and then died.
My body! my body! how I writhe! The walls of my heart! My heart beats wildly, I cannot be still; For I myself have heard the blast of the horn, the battle cry.