33And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

1And it was told Joab, Behold, the king weepeth and mourneth for Absalom.2And the victory that day was turned into mourning unto all the people: for the people heard say that day how the king was grieved for his son.3And the people gat them by stealth that day into the city, as people being ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.4But the king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!