2 Samuel 1

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

Now after the death of Saul, when David, having come back from the destruction of the Amalekites, had been in Ziklag for two days;

2 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.

On the third day a man came from Saul's tents, with his clothing out of order and earth on his head: and when he came to David, he went down on the earth and gave him honour.

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

And David said to him, Where have you come from? And he said, I have come in flight from the tents of Israel.

4 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.«

And David said to him, How did things go? Give me the news. And in answer he said, The people have gone in flight from the fight, and a great number of them are dead; and Saul and his son Jonathan are dead.

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

And David said to the young man who gave him the news, Why are you certain that Saul and his son Jonathan are dead?

6 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;

And the young man said, I came by chance to Mount Gilboa, and I saw Saul supporting himself on his spear; and the war-carriages and horsemen overtook him.

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

And looking back, he saw me and gave a cry to me. And answering him I said, Here am I.

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

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

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

Then he said to me, Come here to my side, and put me to death, for the pain of death has me in its grip but my life is still strong in me.

10 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.«

So I put my foot on him and gave him his death-blow, because I was certain that he would not go on living after his fall: and I took the crown from his head and the band from his arm, and I have them here for my lord.

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

Then David gave way to bitter grief, and so did all the men who were with him:

12 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.

And till evening they gave themselves to sorrow and weeping, and took no food, weeping for Saul and for Jonathan, his son, and for the people of the Lord and for the men of Israel; because they had come to their end by the sword.

13 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.«

And David said to the young man who had given him the news, Where do you come from? And he said, I am the son of a man from a strange land; I am an Amalekite.

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

And David said to him, Had you no fear of stretching out your hand to put to death the one marked with the holy oil?

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

And David sent for one of his young men and said, Go near and put an end to him. And he put him to death.

16 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!«

And David said to him, May your blood be on your head; for your mouth has given witness against you, saying, I have put to death the man marked with the holy oil.

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

Then David made this song of grief for Saul and Jonathan, his son:

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

(It is recorded in the book of Jashar for teaching to the sons of Judah) and he said:

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

The glory, O Israel, is dead on your high places! How have the great ones been made low!

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

Give no news of it in Gath, let it not be said in the streets of Ashkelon; or the daughters of the Philistines will be glad, the daughters of men without circumcision will be uplifted in joy.

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

O mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew or rain on you, you fields of death: for there the arms of the strong have been shamed, the arms of Saul, as if he had not been marked with the holy oil.

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

From the blood of the dead, from the fat of the strong, the bow of Jonathan was not turned back, the sword of Saul did not come back unused.

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

Saul and Jonathan were loved and pleasing; in their lives and in their death they were not parted; they went more quickly than eagles, they were stronger than lions.

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

O daughters of Israel, have sorrow for Saul, by whom you were delicately clothed in robes of red, with ornaments of gold on your dresses.

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

How have the great ones been made low in the fight! Jonathan is dead on your high places.

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

I am full of grief for you, my brother Jonathan: very dear have you been to me: your love for me was a wonder, greater than the love of women.

27 Ak, at dog Heltene faldt, Stridsvaabnene lagdes øde!

How have the great ones been made low, and the arms of war broken!