³² But now, if you will only forgive their sin—but if not, please blot me out of the book that you have written.”^(A)

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

³ For I could wish that I myself were accursed and cut off from Christ for the sake of my own brothers and sisters, my own flesh and blood.^(A)