The Mighty Are Fallen

Oh how the Mighty are Fallen

Upon the hills of Israel

Oh how the Mighty are Fallen

Upon the hills of Israel

Tell it not in Gath

Publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon

Lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice

And mock our sons

Weep... you daughters of Israel

For Saul your king is fallen

He who clothed you in the finest

Bejeweled you as your highness

Oh how the Mighty are Fallen

Upon the hills of Israel

Oh how the Mighty are Fallen

Upon the hills of Israel

Tell it not in Gath

Publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon

Lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice

And mock our sons

Sorrow you sons of Israel

And mourn you sons of Judah

Grieve your heroes fallen

King Saul and Prince Jonathan

Oh how the Mighty are Fallen

Upon the hills of Israel

Oh how the Mighty are Fallen

Upon the hills of Israel

May no rain ever upon you fall

Or dew gently lie

Fields where the anointed ones

Were left to lonely die

Valiant in battle

So brave against the foe

Now Israel's leaders have fallen low

Oh how the Mighty are Fallen

Upon the hills of Israel

Oh how the Mighty are Fallen

Upon the hills of Israel

May no rain ever upon you fall

Or dew gently lie

Fields where our royal sons

Were left to lonely die

O Jonathan my brother

Your love to me was greater

Than the love of a woman

O Jonathan where are you?

Cheshvan 23

11-15-87

For Ilan, based upon the account of the death of Saul, Israel's first king, and his sons, by their Philistine enemies in 2 Samuel 1.

Since writing this years ago, I've been blessed to live next to Mount Gilboa at Kibbutz Reshafim near Bet She'an and Sahne.

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