David and Jonathan

ON the brow of Gilboa is war’s bloody stain,

The pride and the beauty of Israel is slain;

O publish it not in proud Askelon’s street,

Nor tell it in Gath, lest in triumph they meet,

For how are the mighty fallen!

O mount of Gilboa, no dew shalt thou see,

Save the blood of the Philistine fall upon thee;

For the strong-pinioned eagle of Israel is dead,

Thy brow is his pillow, thy bosom his bed!

O how are the mighty fallen!

Weep, daughters of Israel, weep o’er his grave!

What breast will now pity, what arm will now save?

O my brother! my brother! this heart bleeds for thee,

For thou wert a friend and a brother to me!

Ah, how are the mighty fallen!