فَانْزَعَجَ الْمَلِكُ وَصَعِدَ إِلَى عِلِّيَّةِ الْبَابِ وَكَانَ يَبْكِي وَيَقُولُ وَهُوَ يَتَمَشَّى: «يَا ابْنِي أَبْشَالُومُ، يَا ابْنِي، يَا ابْنِي أَبْشَالُومُ! يَا لَيْتَنِي مُتُّ عِوَضًا عَنْكَ! يَا أَبْشَالُومُ ابْنِي، يَا ابْنِي».
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!