But Achitophel, seeing that his counsel was not followed, saddled his ass, and arose and went home to his house and to his city. And putting his house in order hanged himself, and was buried in the sepulchre of his father.
And he called hastily to his armourbearer, and said to him: Draw thy sword, and kill me: lest it should be said that I was slain by a woman. He did as he was commanded, and slew him.
And Phacee the son of Romelia, his captain, conspired against him, and smote him in Samaria, in the tower of the king's house, near Argob, and near Arie: and with him fifty men of the sons of the Galaadites. And he slew him and reigned in his stead.