He said to his father, “My head! My head!” His father told a servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
The boy grew and one day he went out to see his father who was with the harvest workers.
So he picked him up and took him to his mother. He sat on her lap until noon and then died.
I said, “Oh, the feeling in the pit of my stomach! I writhe in anguish. Oh, the pain in my heart! My heart pounds within me. I cannot keep silent. For I hear the sound of the trumpet; the sound of the battle cry pierces my soul!