19 The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: how are the mighty fallen!
19 The beauty H6643 of Israel H3478 is slain H2491 upon thy high places: H1116 how are the mighty H1368 fallen! H5307
19 Thy glory, O Israel, is slain upon thy high places! How are the mighty fallen!
19 `The Roebuck, O Israel, On thy high places `is' wounded; How have the mighty fallen!
19 The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: how are the mighty fallen!
19 Your glory, Israel, is slain on your high places! How are the mighty fallen!
19 The glory, O Israel, is dead on your high places! How have the great ones been made low!
For what nation is there so great, who hath God so nigh unto them, as the LORD our God is in all things that we call upon him for? And what nation is there so great, that hath statutes and judgments so righteous as all this law, which I set before you this day?
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Commentary on 2 Samuel 1 Matthew Henry Commentary
An Exposition, With Practical Observations, of
The Second Book of Samuel
Chapter 1
In the close of the foregoing book (with which this is connected as a continuation of the same history) we had Saul's exit; he went down slain to the pit, though he was the terror of the mighty in the land of the living. We are now to look towards the rising sun, and to enquire where David is, and what he is doing. In this chapter we have,
2Sa 1:1-10
Here is,
2Sa 1:11-16
Here is,
2Sa 1:17-27
When David had rent his clothes, mourned, and wept, and fasted, for the death of Saul, and done justice upon him who made himself guilty of it, one would think he had made full payment of the debt of honour he owed to his memory; yet this is not all: we have here a poem he wrote on that occasion; for he was a great master of his pen as well as of his sword. By this elegy he designed both to express his own sorrow for this great calamity and to impress the like on the minds of others, who ought to lay it to heart. The putting of lamentations into poems made them,