So the deliverance that day was turned into mourning for all the people. For the people heard on that day, saying, “The sovereign has been grieved for his son.”
And Yo’aḇ
And it was reported to Yo’aḇ
And the people stole back into the city that day, as people who are ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.
In the light of a sovereign’s face is life, And his delight is like a cloud of the latter rain.
The sovereign’s wrath is like the roaring of a lion, But his delight is like dew on the grass.