¹⁹ Oh, no, Israel! Your prince^[a] lies dead on your heights.^[b]
    Look how the mighty warriors have fallen!
²⁰ Don’t talk about it in Gath;
        don’t bring news of it to Ashkelon’s streets,
    or else the Philistines’ daughters will rejoice;
    the daughters of the uncircumcised will celebrate.
²¹ You hills of Gilboa!
    Let there be no dew or rain on you,
    and no fields yielding grain offerings.^[c]
Because it was there that the mighty warrior’s^[d] shield was defiled—
    the shield of Saul!—never again anointed with oil.