And the victory that day was turned into mourning unto all the people: for the people heard say that day how the king was grieved for his son.
The king's wrath is as the roaring of a lion; but his favour is as dew upon the grass.
In the light of the king's countenance is life; and his favour is as a cloud of the latter rain.
And it was told Yoav, Behold, the king weepeth and mourneth for Avshalom.
And the people gat them by stealth that day into the city, as people being ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.
Now Yoav the son of TZruyah perceived that the king's heart was toward Avshalom.