2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, David returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites and stayed in Ziklag two days.
Bangʼ kane Saulo osetho, Daudi noduogo koa e lweny mane oloyoe jo-Amalek mi nonindo Ziklag ndalo ariyo.
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.
Chiengʼ mar adek ngʼato nobiro koa e kambi mar Saulo korwako lewni moyiech to wiye otimo buru, kane ochopo ir Daudi nokulore nyaka piny komiye duongʼ.
3 “Where have you come from?” David asked. “I have escaped from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
Daudi nopenje niya, “Ia kanye?” Nodwoke niya, “Atony kawuok e kambi mar jo-Israel.”
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.”
Daudi nopenjo niya, “Wachnane, angʼo manotimore?” Nodwoke niya, “Ji noringo kawuok e lweny. Ngʼenygi nonegi kendo Saulo gi Jonathan wuode bende otho.”
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?”
Eka Daudi nowachone wuowi mane okelone wach niya, “Ere kaka ingʼeyo ni Saulo gi wuode Jonathan osetho?”
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.
Wuowino nodwoke niya, “Ne oyudo ka an e got Gilboa kendo ne aneno Saulo kochwowore gi tongʼe, ka geche lweny kod joidhgi mane lawe ne chiegni juke.”
7 When he turned around and saw me, he called out and I answered, ‘Here I am!’
Kane olokore monena, noluonga, mine apenje ni, Angʼo midwaro mondo atim?
8 ‘Who are you?’ he asked. So I told him, ‘I am an Amalekite.’
“Nopenja ni, ‘In ngʼa?’ “Ne adwoke ni, ‘An ja-Amalek.’
9 Then he begged me, ‘Stand over me and kill me, for agony has seized me, but my life still lingers.’
“Eka nowachona ni, ‘Sud ira ka mondo inega! Nikech awinjo rem malit to ngimana pod nitie.’
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.”
“Omiyo ne asudo bute mi anege, nikech ne angʼeyo ni kaka ne osepodho ne ok onyal chungʼ malo mi otony. Ne akawo osimbo mar loch mane ni e wiye gi bangli mane ni e kor bade kendo asekelogi ka ni ruodha.”
11 Then David took hold of his own clothes and tore them, and all the men who were with him did the same.
Eka Daudi gi joma nenikode nomako lepgi moyiecho.
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.
Negikuyo ka giywak kendo ka giriyo kech nyaka ochopo odhiambo, ka giywago Saulo gi wuode Jonathan, to gi jolweny mag Jehova Nyasaye to gi jo-Israel, nikech ne oseneg-gi gi ligangla.
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.”
Daudi nowacho ni rawera mane okelone wach niya, “In jakanye?” Nodwoke niya, “An wuod jadak ma ja-Amalek.”
14 So David asked him, “Why were you not afraid to lift your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?”
Daudi nopenje niya, “Angʼo momiyo ne ok iluor mar tingʼo badi kinego ngʼat Jehova Nyasaye mowir?”
15 Then David summoned one of the young men and said, “Go, execute him!” So the young man struck him down, and he died.
Eka Daudi noluongo achiel kuom joge mowachone niya, “Dhi inege!” Omiyo ngʼatno nochwowe motho.
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.’”
Nimar Daudi nosewachone niya, “Rembi obedi e wiyi iwuon. Dhogi ema osebedo janeno mari ka iwacho ni, ‘Asenego ngʼat Jehova Nyasaye mowir.’”
17 Then David took up this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan,
Daudi nochwogo wend ywak miywagogo Saulo gi wuode Jonathan,
18 and he ordered that the sons of Judah be taught the Song of the Bow. It is written in the Book of Jashar:
kendo nochiko mondo opuonj jo-Juda wend ywak mar atungʼ mondiki e Kitabu mar Jasher kama:
19 “Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!
“Yaye Israel, jogi moluor oriere piny konegi e gode maboyo. Mano kaka roteke osepodho.
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.
“Kik iwach wachni e piny Gath, kik ihul wachni e yore man Ashkelon, nono to dimi nyi jo-Filistia bed moil, bende dimi nyi joma ok oter nyangu bed moil.
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.
“Yaye gode mag Gilboa, mad ibed maonge thoo kata koth, kata puothe machiego cham michiwo. Nimar kanyo ema ne odwanye kuodi mag joma rateke, kuodi mag Saulo, tinde ok wir gi mo.
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.
Koa kuom remb joma nonegi, koa kuom ringre joma rateke, atungʼ mar Jonathan ne ok odwogo, ligangla mar Saulo ne ok odwogo nono.
23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful in life, were not divided in death. They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
“Saulo gi Jonathan ne oher kendo ne gin joma longʼo kane gingima, kendo e kinde thogi ne ok gipogore. Negiringo matek maloyo ongo, kendo ne gitek maloyo sibuor.
24 O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and luxury, who decked your garments with ornaments of gold.
“Yaye nyi Israel, ywaguru Saulo, mane orwakou gi lewni makwar kendo marep-rep, mane oduso lepu gi gik molos gi dhahabu.
25 How the mighty have fallen in the thick of battle! Jonathan lies slain on your heights.
“Mano kaka joma rateke osetho e lweny! Jonathan onindo konegi e godeu maboyo.
26 I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother. You were delightful to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.
Aywagi malit, Jonathan omera; ne ageni ahinya. Herani koda ne lich miwuoro, moloyo hera mar mon.
27 How the mighty have fallen and the weapons of war have perished!”
“Mano kaka joma rateke osetho! Kendo gigegi mag lweny osetieki!”
