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The king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, “My son Absalom, Absalom, my son, my son!”
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Verse 4. Head, continuing to mourn. See Calmet. 15:30.—Absalom. The name is often repeated, as is usual on such occasions. Virg. Ec. v.—Thus Bion says, “I bewail Adonis. The beautiful Adonis is no more,” and so forth
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