1 The king was shaken. So he went up to the chamber over the gate and wept. As he walked he cried, “My son Absalom! O my son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you! Absalom, my son, my son!”
2 Then Joab was told, “Look, the king is weeping and mourning over Absalom!”
3 So the victory that day was turned into mourning for all the troops, for the troops heard it said that day, “The king is grieving over his son.”
4 So the troops entered into the city stealthily that day, like troops who are ashamed after running away in battle.