And he said to his father, “My head, my head!” So he said to a servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
O my soul, my soul! I am pained in my very heart! My heart makes a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, Because you have heard, O my soul, The sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war.
And the child grew. Now it happened one day that he went out to his father, to the reapers.
When he had taken him and brought him to his mother, he sat on her knees till noon, and then died.