A llora 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!»
And the king was much moved, and went up to the upper chamber of the gate, and wept; and as he went, he said thus: O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died in thy stead, O Absalom, my son, my son!
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