Then Joab was told, “Look, the king is weeping and mourning over Absalom!”
Now Joab son of Zeruiah perceived that the king’s heart was on Absalom.
The king was shaken. So he went up to the chamber over the gate and wept. As he walked he cried, “My son Absalom! O my son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you! Absalom, my son, my son!”
So the victory that day was turned into mourning for all the troops, for the troops heard it said that day, “The king is grieving over his son.”
In the light of a king’s face there is life, and his favor like a cloud of spring rain.
A king’s wrath is like a roaring lion, but his favor is like dew on the grass.