2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, David returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites and stayed in Ziklag two days.
Bayan mutuwar Shawulu, Dawuda ya dawo daga karkashe Amalekawa. Sai ya zauna a Ziklag kwana biyu.
2 On the third day a man with torn clothes and dust on his head arrived from Saul’s camp. When he came to David, he fell to the ground to pay him homage.
A rana ta uku sai ga wani mutum ya zo daga sansanin Shawulu da yagaggen riga da ƙura a kansa. Da ya zo wurin Dawuda sai ya fāɗi a ƙasa don yă nuna bangirma.
3 “Where have you come from?” David asked. “I have escaped from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
Dawuda ya tambaye shi ya ce, “Daga ina ka fito?” Ya amsa ya ce, “Na tsere ne daga sansanin Isra’ila.”
4 “What was the outcome?” David asked. “Please tell me.” “The troops fled from the battle,” he replied. “Many of them fell and died. And Saul and his son Jonathan are also dead.”
Dawuda ya ce, “Gaya mini, me ya faru?” Sai ya ce, “Mutane sun gudu daga yaƙi, aka kuma karkashe yawancin mutane. Shawulu da ɗansa Yonatan ma sun mutu.”
5 Then David asked the young man who had brought him the report, “How do you know that Saul and his son Jonathan are dead?”
Sai Dawuda ya ce wa saurayin da ya kawo labarin, “Yaya ka san cewa Shawulu da ɗansa Yonatan sun mutu?”
6 “I happened to be on Mount Gilboa,” he replied, “and there was Saul, leaning on his spear, with the chariots and the cavalry closing in on him.
Saurayin ya ce, “Ina kan dutsen Gilbowa a lokacin sai na ga Shawulu jingine a māshinsa. Kekunan yaƙi da mahayansu suna matsowa kusa da shi.
7 When he turned around and saw me, he called out and I answered, ‘Here I am!’
Da ya juya ya gan ni sai ya kira ni, na kuwa ce masa, ‘Ga ni?’
8 ‘Who are you?’ he asked. So I told him, ‘I am an Amalekite.’
“Ya tambaye ni ya ce, ‘Wane ne kai?’ “Na ce, ‘Ni mutumin Amalek ne.’
9 Then he begged me, ‘Stand over me and kill me, for agony has seized me, but my life still lingers.’
“Sai ya ce mini, ‘Matso kusa ka kashe ni! Ina cikin azabar mutuwa, sai dai har yanzu ina da rai.’
10 So I stood over him and killed him, because I knew that after he had fallen he could not survive. And I took the crown that was on his head and the band that was on his arm, and I have brought them here to my lord.”
“Saboda haka na matso kusa da shi na kashe shi, domin na san cewa ba zai yi rai ba, da yake ya riga ya fāɗi. Sai na cire rawanin da yake kansa, na kuma cire warwaron hannunsa, na kuwa kawo maka su duka, ranka yă daɗe!”
11 Then David took hold of his own clothes and tore them, and all the men who were with him did the same.
Sai Dawuda da dukan mutanen da suke tare da shi suka yayyage rigunarsu.
12 They mourned and wept and fasted until evening for Saul and his son Jonathan, and for the people of the LORD and the house of Israel, because they had fallen by the sword.
Suka yi makoki, da kuka, da azumi har yamma saboda Shawulu da ɗansa Yonatan, da saboda sojojin Ubangiji, da kuma gidan Isra’ila, gama an karkashe su a yaƙi.
13 And David inquired of the young man who had brought him the report, “Where are you from?” “I am the son of a foreigner,” he answered. “I am an Amalekite.”
Dawuda ya ce wa saurayin da ya kawo labarin, “Daga ina ka fito?” Ya ce, “Ni ɗan wani baƙo ne, mutumin Amalek.”
14 So David asked him, “Why were you not afraid to lift your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?”
Dawuda ya ce masa, “Yaya ba ka ji tsoro ɗaga hannu ka hallaka shafaffe na Ubangiji ba?”
15 Then David summoned one of the young men and said, “Go, execute him!” So the young man struck him down, and he died.
Sai Dawuda ya kira ɗaya daga cikin mutanensa ya ce, “Je ka kashe shi!” Haka kuwa ya buge shi, ya kuwa mutu.
16 For David had said to the Amalekite, “Your blood be on your own head because your own mouth has testified against you, saying, ‘I killed the LORD’s anointed.’”
Gama Dawuda ya riga ya ce masa, “Alhakin jininka yana bisa kanka tun da yake da bakinka ka ce, ‘Ni ne na kashe shafaffe na Ubangiji.’”
17 Then David took up this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan,
Dawuda ya rera wannan makoki saboda Shawulu da ɗansa Yonatan.
18 and he ordered that the sons of Judah be taught the Song of the Bow. It is written in the Book of Jashar:
Ya umarta a koya wa mutanen Yahuda wannan waƙa mai suna Makokin Baka (tana a rubuce a Littafin Yashar),
19 “Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!
“Ya Isra’ila, an kashe darajarki a kan tuddanki. Ga shi, jarumawa sun fāɗi!
20 Tell it not in Gath; proclaim it not in the streets of Ashkelon, lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, and the daughters of the uncircumcised exult.
“Kada a faɗe shi a Gat, kada a yi shelarsa a titunan Ashkelon, don kada’yan matan Filistiyawa su yi murna don kada’yan matan marasa kaciya su yi farin ciki.
21 O mountains of Gilboa, may you have no dew or rain, no fields yielding offerings of grain. For there the shield of the mighty was defiled, the shield of Saul, no longer anointed with oil.
“Ya duwatsun Gilbowa, kada a sāke yin ruwa ko raɓa a kanku, balle gonakin da suke ba da hatsin hadaya su ƙara bayarwa. Gama a can ne garkuwoyin manyan sojoji suka kwanta, suka kwanta a wulaƙance. Garkuwar Shawulu kuwa, ba za a ƙara shafa mata mai ba.
22 From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan did not retreat, and the sword of Saul did not return empty.
“Daga jinin waɗanda aka kashe, daga tsokar naman jarumi, bakan Yonatan bai juye baya ba, takobin Shawulu bai komo ba tare da gamsuwa ba.
23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful in life, were not divided in death. They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
Shawulu da Yonatan, a raye ƙaunatattu ne da kuma bansha’awa, a mace kuma ba su rabu ba. Sun fi gaggafa sauri, sun fi zaki ƙarfi.
24 O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and luxury, who decked your garments with ornaments of gold.
“Ya ku’yan matan Isra’ila, ku yi kuka saboda Shawulu, wanda ya suturta ku da jajjayen kayan ado, wanda ya yi wa rigunarku ado da zinariya.
25 How the mighty have fallen in the thick of battle! Jonathan lies slain on your heights.
“Jarumawa sun fāɗi a yaƙi! Ga Yonatan matacce a tuddanku.
26 I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother. You were delightful to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.
Na yi baƙin ciki saboda kai, Yonatan ɗan’uwana; ƙaunatacce kake a gare ni. Ƙaunarka a gare ni abar al’ajabi ce, abar al’ajabi fiye da ta mace.
27 How the mighty have fallen and the weapons of war have perished!”
“Jarumawa sun fāɗi! Makaman yaƙi sun hallaka!”
