2 Samuel 1

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

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

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

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.

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

David said to him, "Where do you come from?" He said to him, "I have escaped out of the camp 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; også Saul og hans Søn Jonatan er døde."

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."

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

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

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

Then the young man replied, "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.

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

When he turned around he saw me, and called to me. I answered, 'Here I am.'

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

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

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

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.'

10 Og jeg trådte hen til ham og gav ham Dødsstødet, thi jeg så, at han ikke kunde leve, når han faldt om. Så tog jeg Diademet, han havde på Hovedet, og et Armbånd, han bar på Armen, og dem har jeg med hid til min Herre."

So I stood beside him, and killed him, because I was sure that he could not live after that he had fallen. 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."

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

Then David took hold on his clothes, and tore them; and likewise 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.

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

13 Derpå 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."

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."

14 Da sagde David: "Frygtede du dog ikke for at lægge Hånd på HERRENs Salvede og dræbe ham!"

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

15 David kaldte så på en af sine Folk og sagde: "Kom herhen og stød ham ned!" Og han slog ham ihjel.

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

David said to him, "Your blood be on 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 står optegnet i de Oprigtiges Bog.

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

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

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

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

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 triumph.

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

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 vilely cast away. The shield of Saul was not 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, Jonathan's bow did not turn back. Saul's sword did not return 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, 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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