Suddenly he cried out, “My head hurts! My head hurts!” His father said to one of the servants, “Carry him home to his mother.”
One day when her child was older, he went out to help his father, who was working with the harvesters.
So the servant took him home, and his mother held him on her lap. But around noontime he died.
My heart, my heart—I writhe in pain! My heart pounds within me! I cannot be still. For I have heard the blast of enemy trumpets and the roar of their battle cries.