Then he said to his father, “My head, my head!” So he said to his servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
Now when the child was grown, one day he went out to his father among the reapers.
So he picked him up and brought him to his mother. The child sat on her lap until noon, and then died.
My stomach, my stomach! I writhe in anguish! The pain of my heart! My heart is pounding within me! I cannot keep silent because I have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the battle-cry of war.