¹⁴ As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.

⁶⁷ and Isaac bringeth her in unto the tent of Sarah his mother, and he taketh Rebekah, and she becometh his wife, and he loveth her, and Isaac is comforted after `the death of' his mother.

¹¹ And David taketh hold on his garments, and rendeth them, and also all the men who `are' with him,

¹² and they mourn, and weep, and fast till the evening, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of Jehovah, and for the house of Israel, because they have fallen by the sword.

¹⁷ And David lamenteth with this lamentation over Saul, and over Jonathan his son;

¹⁸ and he saith to teach the sons of Judah `The Bow;' lo, it is written on the book of the Upright: --

¹⁹ `The Roebuck, O Israel, On thy high places `is' wounded; How have the mighty fallen!

²⁰ Declare `it' not in Gath, Proclaim not the tidings in the streets of Ashkelon, Lest they rejoice -- The daughters of the Philistines, Lest they exult -- The daughters of the Uncircumcised!

²¹ Mountains of Gilboa! No dew nor rain be on you, And fields of heave-offerings! For there hath become loathsome The shield of the mighty, The shield of Saul -- without the anointed with oil.

²² From the blood of the wounded, From the fat of the mighty, The bow of Jonathan Hath not turned backward; And the sword of Saul doth not return empty.

²³ Saul and Jonathan! They are loved and pleasant in their lives, And in their death they have not been parted. Than eagles they have been lighter, Than lions they have been mightier!

²⁴ Daughters of Israel! for Saul weep ye, Who is clothing you `in' scarlet with delights. Who is lifting up ornaments of gold on your clothing.

²⁵ How have the mighty fallen In the midst of the battle! Jonathan! on thy high places wounded!

²⁶ I am in distress for thee, my brother Jonathan, Very pleasant wast thou to me; Wonderful was thy love to me, Above the love of women!

²⁷ How have the mighty fallen, Yea, the weapons of war perish!'

⁶ I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

⁴¹ And when he came nigh, having seen the city, he wept over it,

⁴² saying -- `If thou didst know, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things for thy peace; but now they were hid from thine eyes.