2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, David returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites and stayed in Ziklag two days.
Şaul qik'uyle qiyğa, Davud Amalekbışile ğamxha siyk'almee, mana Tsiklageeqa qarayle. Ma'ar mana q'ölle yiğna axva.
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.
Xhebıd'esde yiğıl Şaulne zastaveençe sa insan arayle. Mang'vee culqa abına ver haagvasva tanalinbı qıt'axxa'a, vuk'ulelqa nyaq'v kyaa'a. Mana insan Davudusqana qarı, mang'une ögil ç'iyelqamee k'yoyzarna.
3 “Where have you come from?” David asked. “I have escaped from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
Davudee mang'uke qiyghanan: – Nençene qöö? Mane insanee eyhen: – İzrailyne zastaveençe hixu, zıcar zı g'attixhan hı'ı.
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.”
Davudee mang'uk'le eyhen: – Maa'ad hucoona ıxha? Hucoona ixhes, zak'le eyhe. Mane insanee eyhen: – Eskerar dəv'ə əlyhəəne cigeençe heepxıynbı, con g'ellesınbıb hapt'ıynbı. Şaulıy cuna dix Yonatanıb hapt'ıynbı.
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?”
Davudee cus xabar abıyne insanıke qiyghanan: – Şaulıy Yonatan hapt'ıva vak'le nençene ats'a?
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.
Mang'vee Davuduk'le eyhen: – Mane gahıl nəxüdme ıxha, zı Gilboayne suvaliy. Zak'le maa'ar cune nizeyk qirzıl Şaul g'acu. Balkanaaşil aleepxıynbıyiy dəv'əyn daşk'abıd mang'usqayiy hiyxhar.
7 When he turned around and saw me, he called out and I answered, ‘Here I am!’
Şaul yı'q'əlqa sak'ı ilyakkımee, zı g'acu mang'vee onı'ıyn. Zı mang'uk'le «Hooyva» uvhu.
8 ‘Who are you?’ he asked. So I told him, ‘I am an Amalekite.’
Mang'vee zake qiyghıniyn: «Ğu vuşune vor?» Zınad mang'uk'le, «Zı Amalekbışda vorva» uvhu.
9 Then he begged me, ‘Stand over me and kill me, for agony has seized me, but my life still lingers.’
Şaulee zak'le uvhuyn: «Zasqana qıxha, zı gik'e. Zı sakaratee vorna, zas ine ık'arbışike g'attixhanas ıkkan».
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.”
Zı mançil-alla mang'usqa qıxha, mana g'ik'una. Zak'le ats'anniy, mang'usse avur axuyle qiyğa, ı'mı'r haa'as vəəxəs deş. Qiyğa zı mang'une vuk'lelin taciy xılelin lexa g'ayşu, inyaqa yizde xərıng'unemee, vasqa adı.
11 Then David took hold of his own clothes and tore them, and all the men who were with him did the same.
Man g'ayxhımee, Davudeeyiy cune k'anenbışe ts'ıts'ı'ı colyun tanalinbı qıt'axxa'a.
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.
Manbışe Şaulnemee, mang'une duxayne Yonatannemee, gırgıne Rəbbine milletnemee exhalilqamee ak' avqu. Manbışe gyaaşe-gyaaşe sivar aqqaqqa, geebınbı g'ılıncıke alğav'u gyapt'ıva.
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.”
Davudee, cus mana xabar abıyne mek'vung'uk'le eyhen: – Ğu nençenane vor? Mang'vee alidghıniy qele: – Zı menne cigeençena vor, zı Amalekbışde sang'una dix vor.
14 So David asked him, “Why were you not afraid to lift your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?”
Davudee mang'uk'le eyhen: – Nəxürne ğu qı'dərq'ı'n Rəbbee g'əyxı'ng'ulqa gik'asva xıl g'ott'ul?
15 Then David summoned one of the young men and said, “Go, execute him!” So the young man struck him down, and he died.
Ğu gik'uyna bınah val vob! Ğucad, yiğne ghaleka, gardanaqa alyaat'u, «Zı Rəbbee g'əyxı'na paççah gik'uva». Davudee cune insanaaşina sa qort'ul eyhen: – Hoora, mana gik'e. Mang'veeyir ı'xı' mana g'ek'ana.
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.’”
17 Then David took up this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan,
Davudee, Şaulneyiy cune duxayne Yonatanee ak'ee ina mə'niy qəpqı'.
18 and he ordered that the sons of Judah be taught the Song of the Bow. It is written in the Book of Jashar:
Qiyğab mana «Vukuna mə'niy» Yahudabışik'le xəp quvxheva əmr haa'a (mana mə'niy «Qorkuyng'une kitabee» opk'un vobna):
19 “Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!
İzrail, yiğna xəbvalla, yiğnecab axtıne cigabışee güvk'una. Nəxbın cehilyar hapt'ıynbı!
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.
Filiştinaaşin içeer şadmeebaxhecenva, Sunnat hıdyav'uynbışde içeeşe bayrambı hıma'acenva. İn Gatee ats'axhxhıma'a, Aşkelonne şahrabışee mançina hımaa'a.
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.
Gilboayn suvabı, Şolqa çiyiy gyoğıy hasre mexhecen, Vuşde q'adaalybışee hasre şagavıd ılymaylecen. Maa'ad cehilyaaşiniy Şaulun g'alxan g'eliqqa huvu, maa'ad çilqa q'ış qıdyadğu.
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.
Gyapt'ıynbışde ebake, gucnanbışde tanıke, Yonatanın vuk yı'q'əlqa siyk'alan deşdiy, Şaulunıd g'ılınc idyats'ı qadaylen deşdiy.
23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful in life, were not divided in death. They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
Şaulıy Yonatan, şu üç'übnang'a manimee vukkananbı, yugunbı vuxha. Habat'ameeyib cureepxha deş. Şu q'aacirıleb ek'ınbı, Aslanaaşileb gucukanbı vuxha.
24 O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and luxury, who decked your garments with ornaments of gold.
İzrailin içeer, Şaulnemee gyaaşe! Mang'vee şolqa ç'ərəxən, gıranın tanalinbıniyxhe alya'anbı. Tanalinçılqad k'ınəğəyken karbıniyxhe qa'anbı.
25 How the mighty have fallen in the thick of battle! Jonathan lies slain on your heights.
Siç'ookkane cigee nəxbın cehilyar hapt'ıynbı! Yonatan şene axtıne tepabışil qik'u.
26 I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother. You were delightful to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.
Yizda çoc Yonatan, yiğnemee yizın yik' gyotxhan. Ğu yizdemee, geer gıranra ıxha. Yiğın zı ıkkiykıniy, yedar vukkiykıniyle zı ooqaniy aqqaqqa.
27 How the mighty have fallen and the weapons of war have perished!”
Nəxüb cehilyar hapt'ıynbı! Dəv'əyn silahbıd aguynbı!
