21 O mountains of Gilboa,upon you be neither dew nor rain,nor surging from the deeps!Defiled there the warriors’ shields,the shield of Saul—no longer anointed with oil!
22 From the blood of the slain,from the bodies of the warriors,The bow of Jonathan did not turn back,nor the sword of Saul return unstained.
23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and dear,separated neither in life nor death,swifter than eagles, stronger than lions!
24 Women of Israel, weep over Saul,who clothed you in scarlet and in finery,covered your clothing with ornaments of gold.
25 How can the warriors have fallenin the thick of battle!Jonathan—slain upon your heights!
26 I grieve for you, Jonathan my brother!Most dear have you been to me;More wondrous your love to methan the love of women.
27 How can the warriors have fallen,the weapons of war have perished!