And 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!
But the king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!
The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.