So Amasa went out to call Judah together. But in doing so he took longer than the time that the king had allotted him.

Then Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the long robe she was wearing. She put her hands on her head and went on her way, wailing as she went.

The king covered his face and cried out loudly, ¹  “My son, Absalom! Absalom, my son, my son!”

Then the king said to Amasa, “Call the men of Judah together for me in three days, ¹  and you be present here with them too.”

After all, there was no one in the entire house of my grandfather ¹  who did not deserve death from my lord the king. But instead you allowed me to eat at your own table! ²  What further claim do I have to ask ³  the king for anything?”