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The victory had become an occasion for the army to mourn, because on that very day the troops heard the announcement, “The king is grieving for his son!” So men snuck into the city that day like men do who are ashamed after they’ve run away from a battle.

Meanwhile, the king veiled his face and kept on crying loudly, “My son Absalom! Absalom my son, my son!”

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