⁴ But the king ^(A)covered his face, and the king cried out with a loud voice, ^(B)“O my son Absalom! O Absalom, my son, my son!”

¹² Afterward Mordecai went back to the king’s gate. But Haman ^(A)hurried to his house, mourning ^(B)and with his head covered.

¹⁷ Sigh in silence, ^(A)make no mourning for the dead; ^(B)bind your turban on your head, and ^(C)put your sandals on your feet; ^(D)do not cover your ^[a]lips, and do not eat man’s bread of sorrow.”

²³ Your turbans shall be on your heads and your sandals on your feet; ^(A)you shall neither mourn nor weep, but ^(B)you shall pine away in your iniquities and mourn with one another.