Thy Glory, O Israel, is slain upon thy high places.
Oh, how are the mighty fallen.

Saul and Jonathan, lovely, beloved,
  neither in life nor in death were divided.

Ye daughters of Israel, weep for Saul
  who delicately clothed you in bright scarlet,
  ornamented your clothing with gold.

Oh, how are the mighty fallen upon thy high places.
Oh, Jonathan, in your death I am stricken.
I am desolate for you, Jonathan, my brother.

You were very dear to me;
Your love more dear to me than the love of a woman.

Oh, how are the mighty fallen.