So are the mighty fallen.
O tell it not in Gath,
Publish it not in the streets of Askelon,
Lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice,
Lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph!
Ye mountains of Gilboa,
No dew, no rain be on your field of slaughter!
For there has the shield of the mighty been thrown away,
The shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil.
From the blood of the slain, from the marrow of the mighty,