2 Samuel 1

1 It happened after the death of Saul, that David returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites, and he stayed two days in Ziklag.

Da David efter Sauls Død var vendt tilbage fra Sejren over Amalek og havde opholdt sig to Dage i Ziklag,

2 It happened on the third day, that, look, a man came out of the camp from Saul, with his clothes torn and dirt on his head. And it came about when he came to David that he fell to the ground and paid homage.

kom der Tredjedagen en Mand fra Hæren, fra Saul, med sønderrevne Klæder og Jord paa Hovedet, og da han kom hen til David, kastede han sig til Jorden og bøjede sig.

3 David said to him, "Where do you come from?" He said to him, "I have escaped out of the camp of Israel."

David spurgte ham: »Hvor kommer du fra?« Han svarede: »Jeg slap bort fra Israels Hær!«

4 David said to him, "How did it go? Please tell me." He answered, "The people have fled from the battle, and many of the people also have fallen and are dead; and Saul and Jonathan his son are dead also."

David sagde da til ham: »Hvorledes gik det? Fortæl mig det!« Han svarede: »Folket flygtede fra Kampen, og mange af Folket faldt og døde; ogsaa Saul og hans Søn Jonatan er døde.«

5 David said to the young man who had told him this, "How do you know that Saul and Jonathan his son are dead?"

Da sagde David til den unge Mand, som bragte ham Budet: »Hvoraf ved du, at Saul og hans Søn Jonatan er døde?«

6 The young man who told him said, "I happened to be on Mount Gilboa and saw Saul leaning on his spear. And look, the chariots and the horsemen were closing in on him.

Den unge Mand, der bragte ham Budet, svarede: »Det traf sig, at jeg var paa Gilboas Bjerg, og se, Saul stod lænet til sit Spyd, medens Vognene og Rytterne trængte ham;

7 When he looked behind him, he saw me, and called to me. I answered, 'Here I am.'

og da han vendte sig om, fik han Øje paa mig og kaldte paa mig; og jeg sagde: Her er jeg!

8 He said to me, 'Who are you?' I answered him, 'I am an Amalekite.'

Da spurgte han mig: Hvem er du? Og jeg svarede: Jeg er en Amalekit!

9 He said to me, 'Please stand beside me, and kill me; for anguish has taken hold of me, yet there is life in me still.'

Saa sagde han til mig: Kom herhen og giv mig Dødsstødet! Thi Krampen har grebet mig, men jeg lever endnu!

10 So I stood beside him, and killed him, because I was sure that he could not live after he had fallen. Then I took the crown that was on his head, and the bracelet that was on his arm, and have brought them here to my lord."

Og jeg traadte hen til ham og gav ham Dødsstødet, thi jeg saa, at han ikke kunde leve, naar han faldt om. Saa tog jeg Diademet, han havde paa Hovedet, og et Armbaand, han bar paa Armen, og dem har jeg med hid til min Herre.«

11 Then David grabbed his clothes and tore them, and all the men with him did the same.

Da tog David fat i sine Klæder og sønderrev dem, og ligesaa gjorde alle hans Mænd;

12 They mourned, and wept, and fasted until evening, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of Jehovah, and for the house of Israel; because they had fallen by the sword.

og de holdt Klage, græd og fastede til Aften over Saul og hans Søn Jonatan og HERRENS Folk og Israels Hus, fordi de var faldet for Sværdet.

13 David said to the young man who had told him, "Where are you from?" He answered, "I am the son of a foreigner, an Amalekite."

Derpaa sagde David til den unge Mand, som havde bragt ham Budet: »Hvor er du fra?« Han svarede: »Jeg er Søn af en Amalekit, der bor her som fremmed.«

14 David said to him, "How is it that you were not afraid to put forth your hand to destroy Jehovah's anointed?"

Da sagde David: »Frygtede du dog ikke for at lægge Haand paa HERRENS Salvede og dræbe ham!«

15 David called one of the young men, and said, "Go near, and fall on him." He struck him, so that he died.

David kaldte saa paa en af sine Folk og sagde: »Kom herhen og stød ham ned!« Og han slog ham ihjel.

16 David said to him, "Your blood is on your head, for your mouth has testified against you, saying, 'I have killed Jehovah's anointed.'"

Men David sagde til ham: »Dit Blod komme over dit eget Hoved! Thi din egen Mund vidnede imod dig, da du sagde: Jeg gav HERRENS Salvede Dødsstødet!«

17 And David lamented with this lamentation over Saul and over Jonathan his son,

Da sang David denne Klagesang over Saul og hans Søn Jonatan.

18 and said it should be taught to the people of Judah. Look, it is written in the book of Jashar.

Den skal læres af Judas Sønner; den staar optegnet i de Oprigtiges Bog.

19 "Your glory, Israel, is slain on your high places. How the mighty have fallen.

Din Pryd, Israel, ligger dræbt paa dine Høje. Ak, at dog Heltene faldt!

20 Do not tell it in Gath. Do not publish it in the streets of Ashkelon, lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised celebrate.

Forkynd det ikke i Gat, ej lyde der Glædesbud paa Askalons Gader, at ikke Filisternes Døtre skal fryde sig, de uomskaarnes Døtre juble!

21 You mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew nor rain on you, nor fields of offerings. For there the shield of the mighty was dishonored. The shield of Saul, no longer anointed with oil.

Gilboas Bjerge! Ej falde Dug og Regn paa eder, I Dødens Vange! Thi Heltenes Skjolde vanæredes der; Sauls Skjold er ej salvet med Olie.

22 From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, Jonathan's bow did not retreat. Saul's sword did not return empty.

Uden faldnes Blod, uden Heltes Fedt kom Jonatans Bue ikke tilbage, Sauls Sværd ikke sejrløst hjem.

23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and lovely, not separated. Lovely in their life, and in their death they were not separated. They were swifter than eagles. They were stronger than lions.

Saul og Jonatan, de elskelige, hulde, skiltes ikke i Liv eller Død; hurtigere var de end Ørne, stærkere var de end Løver!

24 You daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you luxuriously in scarlet, who put ornaments of gold on your clothing.

O, Israels Døtre, græd over Saul, som klædte eder yndigt i Purpur, satte Guldsmykker paa eders Klæder!

25 How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle. Jonathan is slain on your high places.

Ak, at dog Heltene faldt i Slagets Tummel — dræbt ligger Jonatan paa dine Høje!

26 I grieve for you, my brother Jonathan. You have been very pleasant to me. Your love for me was a wonder, more than the love of women.

Jeg sørger over dig, Jonatan, Broder, du var mig saare kær; underfuld var mig din Kærlighed, mere end Kvinders Kærlighed.

27 How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished."

Ak, at dog Heltene faldt, Stridsvaabnene lagdes øde!