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So the victory that day was turned into mourning for all the people, for they heard it said, The king grieves for his son.

The people slipped into the city stealthily that day as humiliated people steal away when they flee in battle.

But the king covered his face and cried with a loud voice, O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!

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And for the whole army the victory that day was turned into mourning, because on that day the troops heard it said, “The king is grieving for his son.” The men stole into the city that day as men steal in who are ashamed when they flee from battle. The king covered his face and cried aloud, “O my son Absalom! O Absalom, my son, my son!”

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