¹⁹ He said to his father, My head, my head. He said to his servant, Carry him to his mother.

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

² He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.

¹⁹ My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I can't hold my peace; because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.