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And the victory was turned that day into mourning to all the people, for the people heard say that day, The king grieves after his son.
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And the people stole away that day to go into the city, as people steal away when they are ashamed as they flee in the battle.
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And the king hid his face: and the king cried with a loud voice, My son Abessalom! Abessalom my son!
5
And Joab went in to the king, into the house, and said, Thou hast this day shamed the faces of all thy servants that have delivered thee this day, and the lives of thy sons and of thy daughters, and the lives of thy wives, and of thy concubines,
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forasmuch as thou lovest them that hate thee, and hatest them that love thee; and thou hast this day declared, that thy princes and thy servants are nothing : for I know this day, that if Abessalom were alive, all of us dead to-day, then it would have been right in thy sight.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.