TESTO DEL LIED

"The lamentation"
di Michael Desmond Ryan

The beauty of Israel is slain upon high;
In the midst of the battle the mighty do lie.
In Gath and in Askelon be it untold
Lest the Philistine daughters their triumphs uphold.
Ye mountains of Gilboa, never shall dew
Nor rain from the heav'ns fall freshly on you.
Ye daughters of Israel weep over Saul,
For Jonathan weep, they repose in their pall.
In life they were lovely and pleasant to see;
In their deaths undivided they ever shall be.
They were swifter than eagles, than lions more strong:
The Children of Judah shall weep for them long!