The shaft of Jonathan brought low the brave;
In life united equal fates they share,
In death united share one common grave.
Daughters of Judah! mourn the fatal day,
In sable grief attend your monarch’s urn;
To solemn notes attune the pensive lay,
And weep those joys that never shall return.
With various wealth he made your tents o’erflow,
In princely pride your charms profusely dressed;
Bade the rich robe with ardent purple glow,