And the people stole back into the city that day, as people who are ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.
“Why did you flee secretly and deceive me, and not inform me, and I would have sent you away with joy and songs, with tambourine and lyre?
And Dawiḏ
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 Barzillai was a very aged man, eighty years old. And he had sustained the sovereign while he was dwelling at Maḥ
And the sovereign covered his face, and the sovereign cried out with a loud voice, “O my son Aḇ