And a certain man drew his bow at a venture, and smote the king of Israel between the joints of the armor: wherefore he said unto the driver of his chariot, Turn thy hand, and carry me out of the host; for I am sore wounded.
Soþeli sum man bente a bowe, and dresside an arowe in to vncerteyn, and bi hap he smoot þe kyng of Israel bitwixe þe lunge and þe stomak. And þe kyng seide to his charietere, Turne thin hond, and cast me out of þe oost, for Y am woundid greuousli.