2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, David returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites and stayed in Ziklag two days.
Alò, li te vin rive ke lè Saül te fin mouri, e David te retounen soti nan masak a Amalekit yo, ke David te rete pandan de jou nan Tsiklag.
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.
Nan twazyèm jou a, vwala, yon mesye te sòti nan kan an kote Saül la. Rad li te chire epi te gen pousyè sou tèt li. Lè li te parèt a David, li te tonbe atè; li te kouche plat nèt pou fè respè.
3 “Where have you come from?” David asked. “I have escaped from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
Alò, David te di li: “Depi ki kote ou sòti?” Li te reponn: “Mwen te chape soti nan kan Israël la.”
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.”
David te di li: “Se kijan bagay yo te sòti? Souple, fè m konnen.” Konsa, li te di: “Moun yo gen tan sove ale kite batay la, e anplis, anpil nan moun yo tonbe mouri. Epi Saül avèk Jonathan, fis li a te mouri tou.”
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?”
Konsa, David te di a jennonm nan ki te pale li a: “Kijan ou fè konnen ke Saül avèk fis li, Jonathan mouri?”
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.
Jennonm ki te pale li a te di: “Pa aza mwen te sou Mòn Guilboa, e gade byen, Saül t ap apiye sou frenn li an. Epi gade, cha yo avèk chevalye yo t ap kouri rèd sou li.
7 When he turned around and saw me, he called out and I answered, ‘Here I am!’
Lè l te gade dèyè li, li te wè m e te rele mwen. Epi mwen te di: ‘Men mwen’.
8 ‘Who are you?’ he asked. So I told him, ‘I am an Amalekite.’
Li te di mwen: ‘Se ki moun ou ye?’ Epi mwen te reponn li: ‘Mwen se yon Amalekit’.
9 Then he begged me, ‘Stand over me and kill me, for agony has seized me, but my life still lingers.’
Alò li te di mwen: ‘Souple, kanpe akote mwen pou touye mwen; paske gwo doulè gen tan sezi mwen akoz lavi m toujou rete nan mwen.’
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.”
Konsa, mwen te kanpe akote li pou te touye li; paske mwen te konnen ke li pa t kab viv lè l te fin tonbe a. Epi mwen te pran kouwòn ki te sou tèt li a, ak braslè ki te nan bra li a, e mwen te mennen yo isit la kote mèt mwen.”
11 Then David took hold of his own clothes and tore them, and all the men who were with him did the same.
Alò, David te sezi rad li, te chire yo, menm jan tout mesye ki te avè l yo te fè.
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.
Yo te fè dèy e te kriye fè jèn pou Saül avèk fis li a, Jonathan, pou pèp SENYÈ a e pou lakay Israël jis rive nan aswè, akoz yo te tonbe pa nepe.
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.”
David te di a jennonm ki te pale li a: “Se kibò ou sòti?” Epi li te reponn: “Mwen se fis a yon etranje, yon Amalekit.”
14 So David asked him, “Why were you not afraid to lift your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?”
Alò, David te di li: “Kijan sa ye ke ou pa t pè lonje men ou pou detwi onksyone a SENYÈ a?”
15 Then David summoned one of the young men and said, “Go, execute him!” So the young man struck him down, and he died.
Epi David te rele youn nan jennonm yo e te di: “Ale, koupe l fè l desann.” Konsa, li te frape li e li te mouri.
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.’”
David te di li: “San ou sou pwòp tèt pa w; paske bouch ou te fè temwayaj kont ou menm e te di: ‘Mwen te touye onksyone a SENYÈ a.’”
17 Then David took up this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan,
Alò, David te chante lamantasyon sila sou Saül avèk fis li a, 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:
Epi li te di yo pou montre fis a Juda yo chan ki rele Banza a. Gade byen, li ekri nan liv a Jaschar a.
19 “Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!
“Bèlte ou, O Israël, detwi sou wo plas ou yo! O kijan glwa ou yo te tonbe sou wo plas yo!
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.
Pa pale sa nan Gath, ni pwoklame sa nan lari Askalon yo, sof fi Filisten yo ta rejwi; fi a ensikonsi yo ta egzalte,
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.
O mòn a Guilboa yo, pa kite lawouze ni lapli vin tonbe sou nou, ni sou chanm ofrann yo; paske pwisan yo te tonbe, paske la, boukliye pwisan an te vin sal. Boukliye Saül te pedi lwil onksyon an.
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.
Soti nan san a sila ki te mouri yo, soti nan grès a pwisan yo, banza a Jonathan an pa t fè bak, ni nepe a Saül la pa t retounen vid.
23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful in life, were not divided in death. They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
Saül avèk Jonathan, byen emab e byeneme pandan vi pa yo, epi nan mò yo, yo pa t vin separe. Yo te pi rapid ke èg yo. Yo te pi pwisan pase lyon yo.
24 O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and luxury, who decked your garments with ornaments of gold.
O fi Israël yo, kriye pou Saül, ki te fè nou abiye byen bèl ak twal wouj, ki te mete òneman an lò sou vètman nou.
25 How the mighty have fallen in the thick of battle! Jonathan lies slain on your heights.
Kijan pwisan yo vin tonbe nan mitan batay la! Jonathan vin touye sou wo plas nou yo.
26 I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother. You were delightful to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.
Mwen twouble pou ou, frè m Jonathan. Ou te konn fè m byen kontan. Lanmou ou te yon bèl bagay. Lanmou ou te pi presye ke lanmou a yon fanm.
27 How the mighty have fallen and the weapons of war have perished!”
Kijan pwisan yo te tonbe e zam lagè yo te vin peri!”
