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The splendor of Israel lies slain on your heights.
How the mighty have fallen!

Mountains of Gilboa,
let no dew or rain be on you,
or fields of offerings,
for there the shield of the mighty was defiled
the shield of Saul, no longer anointed with oil.

Jonathan’s bow never retreated,
Saul’s sword never returned unstained,
from the blood of the slain,
from the bodies of the mighty.

How the mighty have fallen in the thick of battle!
Jonathan lies slain on your heights.