They buried Abner at Hebron. And the king lifted up his voice and wept at the grave of Abner, and all the people wept.

And as soon as he had finished speaking, behold, the king's sons came and lifted up their voice and wept. And the king also and all his servants wept very bitterly.

The king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, “O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

I am this day eighty years old. Can I discern what is pleasant and what is not? Can your servant taste what he eats or what he drinks? Can I still listen to the voice of singing men and singing women? Why then should your servant be an added burden to my lord the king?

“In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I called. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry came to his ears.

The Lord thundered from heaven, and the Most High uttered his voice.