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!»
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 for you, Absalom, my son, my son!”
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