Now Barzillai [my iron] was a very aged man, [even] eighty years old: and he had provided the king of sustenance while he lay at Machanayim [Two Camps]; for he [was] a very great man.
Then David [beloved] came to Machanayim [Two Camps]. And Avshalom [my father is peace] passed over Yarden [Descender], he and all the men of Yisra’el [He Holds Onto The Heel Of God] with him.
For what reason did youi flee away secretly, and steal away from me; and did not tell me, that I might have sent youi away with gladness, and with songs, with tambourine [a small drum], and with harp?
But the king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, O my son Avshalom [my father is peace], O Avshalom [my father is peace], my son, my son!