The beauty of Israel is slain
Tell it not in Gath lest philistine women boast
On thee O Gilboa mountain no dew shall fall
For there my brother fell
How are the mighty fallen
Victorious in war they where no
Hungry sword returned
Swifter than eagles, stronger than lions
Pleasent they where father and son

How
Even in death not devided
Weep for them O daughters of my people
The beauty you wear was paid with their swords
Scarlet robes and ornaments of gold

How
Even in the midst of the battle
O Jonathan thou wast slain
O dear fiend of mine I mourn
Pleasant unto me you were, thy love wonderful it was
Passing the love of women
How
How are they perished these swords of war