How have fallen the mighty, in the midst of the battle! Jonathan, on thy high places, slain!
The beauty of Israel! on thy high plumes—slain! How have fallen—the mighty!
How have fallen the mighty, and perished the weapons of war!
Fallen is the crown of our head. Surely woe to us, for we have sinned.
Zebulun—a people that scorned their souls unto death; and, Naphtali,—upon the heights of the field.
Ye daughters of Israel! For Saul, weep ye,—who clothed you in crimson, decked with lovely things, who hung ornaments of gold on your apparel!