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And the victory that day was turned into mourning unto all the people: for the people heard say that day: The king grieveth for his son.

And the people shunned the going into the city that day as a people would do that hath turned their backs, and fled away from the battle.

And the king covered his head, and cried with a loud voice: O my son Absalom, O Absalom my son, O 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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