T hen 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!”
Allora il re, vivamente scosso, salì nella camera che era sopra la porta e pianse; e nell’andare diceva: «Absalom, figlio mio! Figlio mio, Absalom, figlio mio! Fossi pur morto io al tuo posto, Absalom, figlio mio, figlio mio!»
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