“From the blood of the slain, From the fat of the mighty, The bow of Yehonathan did not turn back, And the sword of Sha’ul did not return empty.
“For look, I am stirring up and bringing up against Baḇ
‘I make My arrows drunk with blood, And My sword devours flesh, With the blood of the slain and the captives, From the long-haired enemy chiefs.’
And Sha’ul took the reign over Yisra’ĕ
And he gathered an army and smote the Amalĕ
And Yehonathan took off the robe that was on him and gave it to Dawiḏ