The boy said to his father, “My head hurts! It really hurts!” His father told a servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
The child grew. One day he went out to get his father. His father was with the people who were gathering the crops.
The servant lifted up the boy. He carried him to his mother. The boy sat on her lap until noon. Then he died.
I’m suffering! I’m really suffering! I’m hurting badly. My heart is suffering so much! It’s pounding inside me. I can’t keep silent. I’ve heard the sound of trumpets. I’ve heard the battle cry.