2 Samuel 1

1 Da Saul var død, og David var vendt tilbake efterat han hadde slått amalekittene, blev David ennu to dager i Siklag.

Now it happened that, after Saul died, David returned from the slaughter of Amalek, and he remained for two days at Ziklag.

2 Da hendte det den tredje dag at det kom en mann fra Sauls leir med sønderrevne klær og jord på sitt hode; og da han kom til David, kastet han sig ned på jorden for ham.

Then, on the third day, a man appeared, arriving from the camp of Saul, with his garments torn and dust sprinkled on his head. And when he came to David, he fell on his face, and he reverenced.

3 David spurte ham: Hvor kommer du fra? Han svarte: Jeg har flyktet fra Israels leir.

And David said to him, “Where have you come from?” And he said to him, “I have fled from the camp of Israel.”

4 Da sa David til ham: Hvorledes er det gått? Fortell mig det! Han svarte: Folket flyktet fra striden; mange av folket falt og døde, og Saul og hans sønn Jonatan er også død.

And David said to him: “What is the word that has happened? Reveal it to me.” And he said: “The people have fled from the battle, and many of the people have fallen and died. Moreover, Saul and his son Jonathan have passed away.”

5 Da sa David til den gutt som kom med denne tidende til ham: Hvorledes vet du at Saul og hans sønn Jonatan er død?

And David said to the youth who was reporting to him, “How do you know that Saul and his son Jonathan have died?”

6 Gutten, han som var kommet med tidenden til ham, svarte: Ved en hendelse kom jeg op på Gilboafjellet, og der fikk jeg se Saul som stod og støttet sig på sitt spyd, mens vognene og hestfolket satte hårdt inn på ham.

And the youth, who was reporting it to him, said: “I arrived by chance on mount Gilboa. And Saul was lying upon his spear. Then the chariots and horsemen drew near to him.

7 Han vendte sig om, og da han så mig, ropte han på mig. Jeg svarte: Her er jeg.

And turning behind his back and seeing me, he called to me. And when I had responded, “I am here,”

8 Så spurte han: Hvem er du? Jeg svarte: Jeg er en amalekitt.

he said to me, “Who are you?” And I said to him, “I am an Amalekite.”

9 Da sa han til mig: Kom hit til mig og drep mig! For krampen har grepet mig, men jeg har ennu min fulle livskraft.

And he said to me: “Stand over me, and kill me. For anguish has taken hold of me, and still my whole life is in me.”

10 Så gikk jeg bort til ham og drepte ham, for jeg visste at han ikke vilde overleve sitt fall; og jeg tok kongesmykket som han hadde på hodet, og ringen han bar på armen, og tok dem med hit til min herre.

And standing over him, I killed him. For I knew that he was not able to live after the fall. And I took the diadem that was on his head, and the bracelet from his arm, and I have brought them here to you, my lord.”

11 Da tok David og sønderrev sine klær, og det samme gjorde alle de menn som var hos ham.

Then David, taking hold of his garments, tore them, with all the men who were with him.

12 Og de klaget og gråt og fastet helt til aftenen over Saul og hans sønn Jonatan og over Herrens folk og over Israels hus, fordi de var falt for sverdet.

And they mourned, and wept, and fasted until evening, over Saul and over his son Jonathan, and over the people of the Lord and over the house of Israel, because they had fallen by the sword.

13 Så spurte David gutten som var kommet med tidenden til ham: Hvor er du fra? Han svarte: Jeg er sønn av en amalekitt som er flyttet inn her.

And David said to the youth who had reported it to him, “Where are you from?” And he responded, “I am the son of a man who is a new arrival from the Amalekites.”

14 Da sa David til ham: Hvorledes kunde du driste dig til å utrekke din hånd og ta livet av Herrens salvede?

And David said to him, “Why were you not afraid to put forth your hand, so that you would kill the Christ of the Lord?”

15 Og David kalte på en av sine menn og sa: Kom hit og hugg ham ned! Og han slo ham ihjel.

And calling one of his servants, David said, “Draw near and rush against him” And he struck him, and he died.

16 Men David sa til ham: Ditt blod komme over ditt hode; for din egen munn vidnet mot dig da du sa: Jeg har drept Herrens salvede.

And David said to him: “Your blood is upon your own head. For your own mouth has spoken against you, saying: ‘I have killed the Christ of the Lord.’”

17 Og David kvad denne klagesang over Saul og hans sønn Jonatan,

Then David mourned a lamentation over Saul and over his son Jonathan, in this way.

18 og han bød at Judas barn skulde lære den; "buen" heter den, og den er opskrevet i Den rettskafnes bok:

(And he instructed that they should teach the sons of Judah the bow, just as it is written in the Book of the Just.) And he said: “Consider, O Israel, on behalf of those who are dead, wounded upon your heights:

19 Din pryd, Israel, ligger ihjelslått på dine hauger; o, at heltene skulde falle!

The illustrious of Israel have been killed upon your mountains. How could the valiant have fallen?

20 Forkynn det ikke i Gat, meld det ikke på gatene i Askalon, at ikke filistrenes døtre skal glede sig, de uomskårnes døtre juble!

Do not choose to announce it in Gath, and do not announce it in the crossroads of Ashkelon. Otherwise, the daughters of the Philistines may rejoice; otherwise, the daughters of the uncircumcised may exult.

21 I Gilboa-fjell! Ikke falle det dugg eller regn på eder, ei heller være der marker som bærer offergaver! For der blev heltes skjold plettet med blod, Sauls skjold, ei salvet med olje.

O mountains of Gilboa, let neither dew, nor rain fall over you, and may these not be the fields of the first-fruits. For in that place, the shield of the valiant was cast away, the shield of Saul, as if he had not been anointed with oil.

22 Fra falnes blod, fra heltes kjøtt vek Jonatans bue aldri tilbake, aldri kom Sauls sverd umettet hjem.

From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the strong, the arrow of Jonathan never turned back, and the sword of Saul did not return empty.

23 Saul og Jonatan, elskelige og milde i livet, blev heller ikke skilt i døden; hurtigere var de enn ørner, sterkere enn løver.

Saul and Jonathan, worthy to be loved, and stately in their life: even in death they were not divided. They were swifter than eagles, stronger than lions.

24 I Israels døtre! Gråt over Saul som klædde eder yndig i purpur, som satte smykker av gull på eders klædebon!

O daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you with scarlet finery, who offered ornaments of gold for your adornment.

25 O, at heltene skulde falle i striden! Jonatan ligger ihjelslått på dine hauger!

How could the valiant have fallen in battle? How could Jonathan have been slain on the heights?

26 Hjertelig bedrøvet er jeg over dig, min bror Jonatan! Du var mig inderlig kjær; din kjærlighet var mig dyrebarere enn kvinners kjærlighet.

I grieve over you, my brother Jonathan: exceedingly stately, and worthy to be loved above the love of women. As a mother loves her only son, so also did I love you.

27 O, at heltene skulde falle, og krigens redskaper omkomme!

How could the robust have fallen, and the weapons of war have perished?”