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So the joy of victory turned to sadness for everyone. It was a very sad day because the people heard, “The king is mourning for his son.”

The people came into the city quietly as if they were the ones who had been defeated in battle. The king had covered his face and was crying loudly, “O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

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

And the people gat them by stealth that day into the city, as people being ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.

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

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