Og kongen ble meget beveget og gikk opp til rommet over porten og gråt; og mens han gikk, sa han: Min sønn Absalom, min sønn, min sønn Absalom! Kunne Gud bare jeg hadde dødd i ditt sted, Absalom, min sønn, min sønn!
And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!