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 it came to pass after the death of Saul, when David was returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites, and David had abode two days in Ziklag;

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.

It came even to pass on the third day, that, behold, a man came out of the camp from Saul with his clothes rent, and earth upon his head: and so it was, when he came to David, that he fell to the earth, and did reverence.

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

And David said unto him, From whence come you? And he said unto him, Out of the camp of Israel am I escaped.

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 unto him, How went the matter? I pray you, tell me. And he answered, That the people are fled from the battle, and many of the people also are fallen and dead; and Saul and Jonathan his son are dead also.

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 unto the young man that told him, How know you that Saul and Jonathan his son be 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 that told him said, As I happened by chance upon mount Gilboa, behold, Saul leaned upon his spear; and, lo, the chariots and horsemen followed hard after him.

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

And when he looked behind him, he saw me, and called unto me. And I answered, Here am I.

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

And he said unto me, Who are you? And I answered him, 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!

He said unto me again, Stand, I pray you, upon me, and slay me: for anguish has come upon me, because my life is yet whole 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 stood upon him, and slew him, because I was sure that he could not live after that he was fallen: and I took the crown that was upon his head, and the bracelet that was on his arm, and have brought them here unto my lord.

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

Then David took hold on his clothes, and rent them; and likewise all the men that 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 they mourned, and wept, and fasted until even, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the LORD, and for the house of Israel; because they were fallen 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 unto the young man that told him, Whence are you? And he answered, I am the son of a stranger, an Amalekite.

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

And David said unto him, How were you not afraid to stretch forth your hand to destroy the LORD's anointed?

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

And David called one of the young men, and said, Go near, and fall upon him. And he stroke him that he died.

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 unto him, Your blood be upon your head; for your mouth has testified against you, saying, I have slain the LORD's anointed.

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

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

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

(Also he bade them teach the children of Judah the use of the bow: behold, it is written in the book of Jasher.)

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

The beauty of Israel is slain upon your high places: how are the mighty fallen!

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

Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.

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.

All of you mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain, upon you, nor fields of offerings: for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, the shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil.

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

From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty.

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 lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided: they were swifter 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!

All of you daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights, who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel.

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

How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! O Jonathan, you were slain in 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 distressed for you, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant have you been unto me: your love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.

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

How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!