 He said as he wept, My son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom, if only I had died instead of you. Absalom, my son, my son. Job told that the king was weeping and mourning for Absalom. And that day's victory was turned into mourning for the whole army when they heard about that the king was grieving for his son. The soldiers stole into the city that day like men shamed by flight in battle.