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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.” So the troops entered into the city stealthily that day, like troops who are ashamed after running away in battle.

The king covered his face and cried with a loud voice, “My son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

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