¹⁹ and he saith unto his father, `My head, my head;' and he saith unto the young man, `Bear him unto his mother;'

¹ Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!

² As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

¹⁹ 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!