O, hills of Gilboa, on you let fall no dew,
nor rain, 0 fields of plenty,
Or there lies loosed the shield of heroes,
the shield of Saul without its coat of oil,
the bow of Jonathan that shied not from the blood of its prey,
from the fat flesh of the mighty,
the sword of Saul that ne'er returned unused.

Saul and Jonathan, beloved, sweetly remembered,
never parted, in their lives and in their deaths, swifter than eagles,
mightier than lions.
O, daughters of Israel, weep for Saul,
who clothed you in crimson and finery,
who decked your clothes with ornaments of gold





















the face of the covering cast over all people,
the veil that is spread over all nations.
He will annihilate [AR] death for ever.
and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces;
and the ignominy [AR] of his people shall he take away
from off all the earth:
for the Lord hath spoken it.






Live, indeed, shall your dead,
their bodies shall rise;
the dwellers of the dust shall awake
and sing for joy.
For your dew is a dew of light,
and the Land of Shadows shall give birth. (26:19 [Ai])