Considera Israel pro his qui mortui sunt super excelsa tua vulnerati,
incliti Israel super montes tuos interfecti sunt:
quomodo ceciderunt fortes?
Nolite annuntiare in Geth, neque annuntietis in compitis Ascalonis:
ne forte laetentur filiae Philistiim, ne exsultent filiae incircumcissorum.
Montes Gelboae nec ros, nec pluvia veniant super vos, neque sint agri primitiarum:
quia ibi abjectus est clypeus fortium, clypeus Saul, quasi non esset unctus oleo.
A sanguine interfectorum, ab adipe fortium,
Sagitta Ionathan numquam rediit retrorsum
et gladius Saul non est reversus inanis.
Saul et Ionathas amabiles et decori valde in vita sua,
in morte quoque non sunt divisi: aquilis velociores, leonibus fortiores.
Filiae Israel super Saul flete, qui vestiebat vos coccino in deliciis,
qui praebebat ornamenta aurea cultui vestro.
Quomodo ceciderunt fortes in praelio?
Jonathas in excelsis tuis occisus est.
Doleo super te, frater mi Jonatha, decore nimis,
et amabilis super amorem mulierum.
Sicut mater amat unicum filium suum, ita ego te diligebam.
Quomodo ceciderunt robusti, et perierunt arma bellica?
Consider, Israel, those who are dead, wounded on your heights;
the renowned of Israel are slain on your mountains.
How have the mighty fallen?
Do not announce it in Geth, nor announce it in the streets of Ascalon,
lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Mountains of Gelboa, let neither dew nor rain come upon you, neither be they fields of first-fruits:
for there the shield of the mighty was cast away, the shield of Saul, as if he were not anointed with oil.
From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty,
Jonathan's arrow never turned back
and Saul's sword did not return empty.
Saul and Jonathan, beloved and exceedingly lovely in their life,
likewise in death were not divided: swifter than eagles, mightier than lions.
Daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in luxury with scarlet,
who provided gold ornaments for your garments.
How have the mighty fallen in battle?
Jonathan is fallen on your heights.
I grieve for you, my brother Jonathan, very beautiful
and lovely above the love of women.
As a mother loves her only son, so I delighted in you.
How have the strong fallen, and the weapons of war perished?