He said to his father, “My head! My head!” His father told a servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
The child grew, and one day he went out to his father, who was with the reapers.
After the servant had lifted him up and carried him to his mother, the boy sat on her lap until noon, and then he died.
Oh, my anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. Oh, the agony of my heart! My heart pounds within me, I cannot keep silent. For I have heard the sound of the trumpet; I have heard the battle cry.