And David intoned this dirge over Saul and his son Jonathan—He ordered the Judites to be taught the Song of the Bow. It is recorded in the Book of Jashar.
Your glory, O Israel, Lies slain on your heights; How the mighty have fallen! Tell it not in Gath, Do not proclaim it in the streets of Ashkelon, Lest the daughters of the Philistine rejoice, Lest the daughters of the uncircumcised exult. O hills of Gilboa— Let there be no dew or rain on you, O bountiful fields, For there the shield of warriors lay rejected, The shield of Saul, Polished with oil no more. From the blood of slain, From the fat of warriors— The bow of Jonathan Never turned back; The sword of Saul Never withdrew empty. Saul and Jonathan, Beloved and cherished. Never parted In life or in death! They were swifter than eagles, They were stronger than lions! Daughters of Israel, Weep over Saul, Who clothed you in crimson and finery, Who decked your robes with jewels of gold. How have the mighty fallen In the thick of battle— Jonathan, slain on your heights! I grieve for you, My brother Jonathan, You were most dear to me. Your love was wonderful to me More than the love of women. How have the mighty fallen, The weapons of war perished!
