And they mourned and wept and fasted until the evening, for Saul, and for his son Jonathan, and for the people of Jehovah, and for the house of Israel, because they had fallen by the sword.
And the king trembled. And he went up to the upper room of the gate and wept. And he said this as he went, My son! My son Absalom! My son Absalom! Oh that I had died instead of you, my son Absalom, my son!
And David commanded his young men. And they killed them, and cut off their hands and their feet, and hung them over the pool in Hebron. And they took the head of Ishbosheth and buried it in the burying place of Abner in Hebron.