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Therefore, the victory of that day was turned into mourning for all the people. For the people heard say that day, “The king sorrows for his son.”

And the people went that day into the city, secretly, as ashamed people when they hide themselves while fleeing in battle.

So the king hid his face. And the king cried with a loud voice, “My son Absalom! Absalom, my son! My son!”

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