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Therefore, that day’s victory was turned into one of mourning for the entire army when the troops heard the report: “The king is grieving for his son.”

The troops stole furtively into the city that day, much as soldiers steal in who are ashamed when they flee from a battle. Meanwhile the king covered his face and cried out in a loud voice: “O my son Absalom! O Absalom, my son, my son!”

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