1
It was told Yo'av, Behold, the king weeps and mourns for Avshalom.
2
The victory that day was turned into mourning to all the people; for the people heard say that day, The king grieves for his son.
3
The people got them by stealth that day into the city, as people who are ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.
4
The king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, my son Avshalom, Avshalom, my son, my son!
5
Yo'av came into the house to the king, and said, You have shamed this day the faces of all your servants, who this day have saved your life, and the lives of your sons and of your daughters, and the lives of your wives, and the lives of your concubines;