"Your glory, O Israel, is slain on your high places! How the mighty have fallen!
Don't tell it in Gath. Don't announce it in the streets of Ashkelon. Don't let the daughters of the Philistines celebrate. Don't let the uncircumcised gloat over this.
You mountains of Gilboa — let no rain or dew fall on you. No fields of offerings. Because that's where the shield of the mighty was defiled. The shield of Saul, no longer anointed with oil.
From the blood of the slain, from the fallen warriors, Jonathan's bow never turned back. Saul's sword never came home empty.
Saul and Jonathan — beloved and lovely. In life and in death, they were not divided. They were faster than eagles. They were stronger than lions.
Daughters of Israel, weep over Saul. He clothed you in scarlet and luxury. He put gold ornaments on your clothes.
How the mighty have fallen in the middle of the battle! Jonathan lies slain on your high places.
I am wrecked over you, my brother Jonathan. You were so good to me. Your love for me was extraordinary — surpassing the love of women.
How the mighty have fallen, and the weapons of war perished!"