¹⁴ I was sad, as though they were my friends or family,
    as if I were grieving for my own mother.

⁶ I am bent over and racked with pain.
    All day long I walk around filled with grief.

¹⁹ Your pride and joy, O Israel, lies dead on the hills!
    Oh, how the mighty heroes have fallen!
²⁰ Don’t announce the news in Gath,
    don’t proclaim it in the streets of Ashkelon,
or the daughters of the Philistines will rejoice
    and the pagans will laugh in triumph.

²¹ O mountains of Gilboa,
    let there be no dew or rain upon you,
    nor fruitful fields producing offerings of grain.^[b]
For there the shield of the mighty heroes was defiled;
    the shield of Saul will no longer be anointed with oil.
²² The bow of Jonathan was powerful,
    and the sword of Saul did its mighty work.
They shed the blood of their enemies
    and pierced the bodies of mighty heroes.

²³ How beloved and gracious were Saul and Jonathan!
    They were together in life and in death.
They were swifter than eagles,
    stronger than lions.
²⁴ O women of Israel, weep for Saul,
for he dressed you in luxurious scarlet clothing,
    in garments decorated with gold.

²⁵ Oh, how the mighty heroes have fallen in battle!
    Jonathan lies dead on the hills.
²⁶ How I weep for you, my brother Jonathan!
    Oh, how much I loved you!
And your love for me was deep,
    deeper than the love of women!

²⁷ Oh, how the mighty heroes have fallen!
    Stripped of their weapons, they lie dead.