He said to his father, “My head! My head!” He said to his servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.
When the child was grown, one day 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 until noon, and then died.