He was distressed for his brothers,
He was distressed for his brothers,
He was distressed for his brothers,
Fallen by the sword.

He wept and mourned and fasted,
He wept and mourned and fasted.
For Saul and for Jonathan his son,
And for the people of God.

How the beauty of Israel is slain,
How are the mighty fallen,
David lamented over them,
The beauty of Israel is slain.

Tell it not in Gath,
Publish it not in Askelon.
Lest the daughters of the Philistines,
Rejoice and triumph and dine.

How are the mighty fallen,
In the midst of the battle.
Daughters of Israel weep over Saul,
Weep and mourn for us all.

How are the mighty fallen,
How are the mighty fallen,
People of God, lament over them,
Weep and mourn in your soul,
Weep and mourn for us all.