v. (Ia)

wa-yheš ri wa-ho mey ḷe-fέne ṭoḳ aḷ-béḷokk be-di-ľáṭrɛd ˁek áḷḷa wa-yhe tóˀo ŝeˁáney  be-ḳɔn etéˀeš di-ˁayn wa-ˁámok ṣáme tóˀo ľaḥákt ˁey di-meṣífo ksek tóˀo ŝḥámey béše wa-ṭar mey ḥess ˁouyέghɛn díˀyho ḷe-tö́fo yhéḷeḥ έˀɛfo men ḳáne di-ḳáˁyhɛr ‘And the bull plunged its horn into the boy, and I was just opposite, but a little way off. And I didn’t cease to pray: “May God save him!” Now, when the bull struck him with its horn, the horn pierced him in the eye. I said: “He’s dead...” When I finally reached the boy, I found that the bull had merely scratched him: the child was bawling and not in his right mind. When the people heard my prayers, they rushed from their houses’ (CSOL III 15:7)