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So David, mustering all his forces, marched on Rabbath and stormed it. (2 Samuel 12, 29)
Dust she sprinkled on her hair, tore the long robe, put her head between her hands, and went on her way in tears. (2 Samuel 13, 19)
While they were still on their way, the story reached David that Absalom had slain all the princes, and not one had escaped with his life. (2 Samuel 13, 30)
At that the king rose up, and tore his garments, and cast himself down on the ground; and his servants tore their garments, all that stood by waiting on him. (2 Samuel 13, 31)
Then she said, Why does the king’s grace treat the people of God so differently? Why does he persist in doing them wrong, by refusing to restore the man he has exiled? (2 Samuel 14, 13)
then Absalom said to his servants, You know that field of Joab’s next to mine, that is under barley; go and set fire to it. So Absalom’s men set fire to the crop, and now Joab’s men went to find him with their garments torn about them, and told him Absalom had had part of his field burned. (2 Samuel 14, 30)
It is a vow thy servant took when he was at Gessur in Syria, that if the Lord would restore him to Jerusalem, he would offer a sacrifice. (2 Samuel 15, 8)
He had already reached the top of the hill, where he meant to pay the Lord worship, when he met Chusai the Arachite, his garments torn, and his head all smeared with dust. (2 Samuel 15, 32)
And where is thy master’s son? the king asked. He remained in Jerusalem, Siba answered, thinking that the men of Israel would restore him this day to the throne of his father. (2 Samuel 16, 3)
but they would not have it. It makes no great matter to the enemy, they said, whether we are routed: even if half of us should fall, they would set little store by it; thy life is more to them than the lives of ten thousand others. Better that thou shouldst remain in the city and garrison it for us. (2 Samuel 18, 3)
and the news of the royal grief went round among the army, so that the victory they had won that day issued only in lament. (2 Samuel 19, 2)
You are my own tribesmen, my own kith and kin, why do you hang back, instead of restoring me to the throne? (2 Samuel 19, 12)
