¹⁹ And he said to his father, My head, my head! And the father said to a servant, Take him in to his mother.

¹ As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.

² He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.

¹⁹ My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.