He complained to his father, “Oh, my head, my head!” The father said to his servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
When the child was older, he went out one day to his father among the reapers.
He carried him and brought him to his mother; the child sat on her lap until noon, and he died.
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent, for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.