The king said to the Cushite, “Is it well with the young man Absalom?”
The Cushite answered, “May the enemies of my lord the king, and all who rise up against you to do you harm, be as that young man is.”
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 instead of you, Absalom, my son, my son!”