and he saith unto his father, `My head, my head;' and he saith unto the young man, `Bear him unto his mother;'
And the lad groweth, and the day cometh that he goeth out unto his father, unto the reapers,
and he beareth him, and bringeth him in unto his mother, and he sitteth on her knees till the noon, and dieth.
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul--a shout of battle!