4. And one day as I sat with the babe on my knee, I beheld, and, lo, the eyes of the mother were fixed mournfully on her babe, and she lifted them to my face, and looked at her babe again.
5. And I could not contain myself; so I lifted up my voice and wept bitterly.
6. But she smiled, and said, Wherefore shouldst thou weep? Behold, am not I in the hand of the Lord? And my child, the daughter of my youth, and of my love, thou also art in the hands of thy Maker.
7. May he lead thee, and guide thee, and keep thee from the snares in which thy mother hath fallen.
8. Though thou hast lost thy father, as I also have lost mine, yet hast thou a Father in Heaven who will not forsake thee. Neither shalt thou altogether lack a father's care here below.
9. And she said to me, Is it not even so?
10. And I could not answer her, for I wept aloud; yea, I even wept until the child grew affrighted, and wept also.
11. And the mother took the graven image from her neck, and from her bosom; and she kissed it, and hung it round the neck of her babe.
12. And she said, It is the image and likeness of thy father, wear it, my child, till the day of thy death.