And David saith unto him, 'What hath been the matter? declare, I pray thee, to me.' And he saith, that 'The people hath fled from the battle, and also a multitude hath fallen of the people, and they die; and also Saul and Jonathan his son have died.'

And perished hath refuge from the swift, And the strong strengtheneth not his power, And the mighty delivereth not his soul.

Archers hit him

And embitter him -- yea, they have striven, Yea, hate him do archers;

And a man hath drawn with a bow, in his simplicity, and smiteth the king of Israel between the joinings and the coat of mail, and he saith to his charioteer, 'Turn thy hand, and take me out from the camp, for I have become sick.'

General references

Return doth his perverseness on his head, And on his crown his violence cometh down.

Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.

Whoso is returning evil for good, Evil moveth not from his house.