Da blev kongen dypt rystet. Han gikk op på salen over porten og gråt, og mens han gikk, sa han så: Min sønn Absalom! Min sønn, min sønn Absalom! O, at jeg var død 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!