But the king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!
Ver. 4. But the king covered his face.] After the manner of mourners. See 2 Samuel 15:20. Aut prae pudore, ne flere videtur, saith Vatablus, - for shame, lest he should be seen to weep.
O my son Absalom,] He had never done with this doleful ditty. How much sweeter sang David, when - like a bird that having got a note by the end, recordeth it over and over - he so oft repeateth in one psalm, "For his mercy endureth for ever!"