So the victory, on that day, was turned into mourning, with all the people,—for the people heard, on that day, saying, The king is distressed for his son.
The growl as of a young lion, is the rage of a king, but, like dew upon the grass, is his good pleasure.
In the light of a king’s countenance, is life, and, his good-pleasure, is like the cloud of harvest-rain.
And it was told Joab,—Lo! the king, is weeping and mourning over Absolom.
And the people stole away, on that day, to go into the city,—as people steal away who are put to shame, when they flee in battle.
And Joab, son of Zeruiah, perceived that the heart of the king was towards Absolom.