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 moved and went up to a chamber over the gate and wept. And as he went thus he said: my son Absalom, my son, my son, my son Absalom, would to God I had died for thee Absalom, my son, my son.