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17 David intoned this lamentation over Saul and his son Jonathan.(A) 18 (He ordered that The Song of the Bow[a] be taught to the people of Judah; it is written in the Book of Jashar.) He said,(B)

19 “Your glory, O Israel, lies slain upon your high places!
    How the mighty have fallen!(C)
20 Tell it not in Gath;
    proclaim it not in the streets of Ashkelon,
or the daughters of the Philistines will rejoice;
    the daughters of the uncircumcised will exult.(D)

21 You mountains of Gilboa,
    let there be no dew or rain upon you
    nor bounteous fields![b]
For there the shield of the mighty was defiled,
    the shield of Saul, anointed with oil no more.(E)

22 From the blood of the slain,
    from the fat of the mighty,
the bow of Jonathan did not turn back,
    nor the sword of Saul return empty.(F)

23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and lovely!
    In life and in death they were not divided;
they were swifter than eagles;
    they were stronger than lions.(G)

24 O daughters of Israel, weep over Saul,
    who clothed you with crimson, in luxury,
    who put ornaments of gold on your apparel.

25 How the mighty have fallen
    in the midst of the battle!

Jonathan lies slain upon your high places.(H)
26     I am distressed for you, my brother Jonathan;
greatly beloved were you to me;
    your love to me was wonderful,
    passing the love of women.(I)

27 How the mighty have fallen,
    and the weapons of war perished!”(J)

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Footnotes

  1. 1.18 Heb that The Bow
  2. 1.21 Meaning of Heb uncertain

Israel Degraded

19 As for you, raise up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,(A) and say:

What a lioness was your mother
    among lions!
She lay down among young lions,
    rearing her cubs.(B)
She raised up one of her cubs;
    he became a young lion,
and he learned to catch prey;
    he devoured humans.(C)

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10 Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard[a]
    transplanted by the water,
fruitful and full of branches
    from abundant water.(A)
11 Its strongest stem became
    a ruler’s scepter;[b]
it towered aloft
    among the clouds;
it stood out in its height
    with its mass of branches.(B)
12 But it was plucked up in fury,
    cast down to the ground;
the east wind dried it up;
    its fruit was stripped off;
its strong stem was withered;
    the fire consumed it.(C)
13 Now it is transplanted into the wilderness,
    into a dry and thirsty land.(D)
14 And fire has gone out from its stem,
    has consumed its branches and fruit,
so that there remains in it no strong stem,
    no scepter for ruling.

This is a lamentation, and it is used as a lamentation.(E)

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Footnotes

  1. 19.10 Cn: Heb in your blood
  2. 19.11 Heb Its strongest stems became rulers’ scepters