¹⁹ And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to his servant, Carry him to his mother.

¹ Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

² He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

¹⁹ My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.