SONG. V. The Lamentation of Dauid ouer Saul,
and Ionathan his sonne 2. Sam. 1., 17.
[1]
Thy beauty Israel is gone;
slaine on the Places-high is hee:
The Mightie now are ouerthrowne.
Oh, thus how commeth it to bee!
Let not this newes their streets throughout,
In Gath, or Askalon, be told
For feare Philistia's daughters flout:
Lest vaunt th'vncircumcized should.
2
On you hereafter, let no dewe
You Mountaines of Gilboa fall:
Let there be neither showers on you,
Nor Fields, that breede an Offring shall.
For there, with shame, away was throwne
The Target of the Strong (alas)
The Shield of Saul; eu'n as of One,
That ne're with Oyle annointed was.
3
Nor from their blood that slaughter'd lay,
Nor from the fat of strong-men slaine,
Came Ionathan his Bow away,
Nor drew forth Saul his Sword in vaine.
In life-time, they were louely faire;
In death they vndiuided are.
More swift then Eagles of the ayre,
And stronger they, then Lyons were.
4
Weeepe Israels Daughters, weepe for Saul,
Who you with Skarlet hath arai'd;
VVho cloathed you with Pleasures all,
And on your Garments, Gold hath laid.
How comes it, hee that mightie was,
The foyle in battaile doth sustaine!
Thou Ionathan, oh thou (alas)
Vpon thy Places-high, wert slaine.
5
And much distressed is my heart,
My Brother Ionathan, for thee:
My verie Deare-delight thou wert,
And wondrous was thy Ioue to mee.
So wondrous, it surpassed farre
The loue of Women (eu'ry way)
Oh, how the Mighty fallen are!
How warlike Instruments decay!
