A certain man drew his bow at random, and struck the king of Israel between the joints of the armor.
Therefore he said to the driver of his chariot, “Turn around, and carry me out of the battle, for I am severely wounded.”
The battle increased that day.
The king was propped up in his chariot facing the Syrians, and died at evening.
The blood ran out of the wound into the bottom of the chariot.
A cry went throughout the army about the going down of the sun, saying, “Every man to his city, and every man to his country!”