33. तब राजा बहुत घबराया, और फाटक के ऊपर की अटारी पर रोता हुआ चढ़ने लगा; और चलते चलते यों कहता गया, कि हाय मेरे बेटे अबशालोम ! मेरे बेटेे, हाय ! मेरे बेटे अबशालोम ! भला होता कि मैं आप तेरी सन्ती मरता, हाय ! अबशालोम ! मेरे बेटे, मेरे बेटे !!
33. And the king was deeply moved and went up to the chamber over the gate and wept. And as he went, he said, 'O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!'