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my lord. Then David took hold on his clothes, and rent them; and likewise all the men that were with him: and they

; mourned, and wept, and fasted until even, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the LORD, and for the house of Israel ; because they were fallen by the sword. And David said unto the young man that told him, Whence art thou? And he answered, I am the son of a stranger, an Amalekite. And David said unto him, How wast thou not afraid to put forth thine hand to destroy the LORD's anointed? And David called one of the young men, and said, Go near, and fall upon him. And he smote him that he died. And David said unto him, Thy blood be upon thy head; for thy mouth hath testified against thee, saying, I have slain the LORD'S anointed.

And David lamented with this lamentation over Saul and over Jonathan his son:



Thy glory, O Israel,
Is slain upon thy high places !

How are the mighty -

1 And he bade them teach the children of Judah the song of the bow: behold, it is written in the book of Jashar.

Tell it not in Gath,
Publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon;

Lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice,
Lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.

Ye mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew nor rain

upon you, Neither fields of offerings :

For there the shield of the mighty was vilely cast

away, The shield of Saul, as of one not anointed with oil.

From the blood of the slain,
From the fat of the mighty,

The bow of Jonathan turned not back,
And the sword of Saul returned not empty.

Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives,
And in their death they were not divided;

They were swifter than eagles,
They were stronger than lions.

Ye daughters of Israel,
Weep over Saul,

Who clothed you in scarlet delicately,
Who put ornaments of gold upon your apparel.

How are the mighty
Fallen in the midst of the battle !

O Jonathan,
Slain upon thy high places,

I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan:
Very pleasant hast thou been unto me:

Thy love to me was wonderful,
Passing the love of women.

How are the mighty

And the weapons of war




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