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 to the driver of the chariot, Turn thy hand, and carry me out of the host; for I am sore wounded.
Forsoþe it bifelde, þat oon of þe puple schette an arewe in to vncerteyn, and smoot þe kyng of Israel bitwixe þe necke and þe schuldris. And he seide to his charietere, Turne thin hond, and lede me out of þe scheltrun; for Y am woundid.