Kongen ble dypt beveget, og gikk opp i rommet over porten, gråtende, og ropte: Min sønn Absalom, min sønn, min sønn Absalom! Hadde jeg bare kunnet dø i ditt sted, Absalom, min sønn, min sønn!
Then the king was much moved, and went up into the room over the door, weeping, and saying, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! if only my life might have been given for yours, O Absalom, my son, my son!