And I wrote this very thing, so that when I came, I wouldn’t experience grief from those who should make me rejoice. I am confident in all y’all that my joy will also be y’all’s.
The king was much moved, and went up to the room over the gate and wept. As he went, he said, “My son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! I wish I had died instead of you, Absalom, my son, my son!”