A llora il re, fremendo tutto salí nella camera che era sopra la porta e pianse mentre andava diceva: «O mio figlio Absalom; mio figlio, mio figlio Absalom! Fossi morto io al tuo posto, o Absalom figlio mio, figlio mio!».
Then the king was deeply moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept. And as he went, he said thus: “O my son Absalom—my son, my son Absalom—if only I had died in your place! O Absalom my son, my son!”
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