2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, David returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites and stayed in Ziklag two days.
Oluvannyuma lw’okufa kwa Sawulo, Dawudi n’agenda n’abeera e Zikulagi n’amalayo ennaku bbiri, ng’amaze okusaanyaawo Abamaleki.
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.
Awo olwatuuka ku lunaku olwokusatu, ne wajja omusajja ng’ava mu lusiisira lwa Sawulo, ng’ayuzizza ebyambalo bye, nga ne mu mutwe gwe mulimu enfuufu. Bwe yatuuka awali Dawudi, n’avuunama ng’amuwa ekitiibwa.
3 “Where have you come from?” David asked. “I have escaped from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
Dawudi n’amubuuza nti, “Ova wa?” N’amuddamu nti, “Ndi kaawonawo okuva mu lusiisira lwa Isirayiri.”
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.”
Dawudi n’ayogera nti, “Ntegeeza ebyabaddewo.” N’ayogera nti, “Abantu badduse mu lutalo, era bangi ku bo bafudde. Sawulo ne Yonasaani mutabani we nabo bafudde.”
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?”
Awo Dawudi n’agamba omuvubuka eyamutegeeza amawulire ago nti, “Otegedde otya nga Sawulo ne mutabani we Yonasaani nabo bafudde?”
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.
Omuvubuka n’amugamba nti, “Bwe nnali awo ku lusozi Girubowa, ne ndaba Sawulo nga yeesigamye ku ffumu lye era n’amagaali n’abeebagala embalaasi eby’omulabe nga bamucocca.
7 When he turned around and saw me, he called out and I answered, ‘Here I am!’
Awo bwe yakyusa amaaso ge n’andaba, n’ankowoola, ne muddamu nti, ‘Nkukolere ki?’
8 ‘Who are you?’ he asked. So I told him, ‘I am an Amalekite.’
“N’ambuuza nti, ‘Ggwe ani?’ “Ne muddamu nti, ‘Ndi Mwamaleki.’
9 Then he begged me, ‘Stand over me and kill me, for agony has seized me, but my life still lingers.’
“N’alyoka aŋŋamba nti, ‘Nnyimirirako onzite! Ndi mu masaŋŋanzira ag’okufa newaakubadde nga ndabika ng’akyalimu obulamu.’
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.”
“Kyennava muyimirirako ne mutta, kubanga n’ategeera nga takyalamye. Ne ntwala engule eyali ku mutwe gwe n’ekikomo ekyali ku mukono gwe, era biibino mbireetedde mukama wange.”
11 Then David took hold of his own clothes and tore them, and all the men who were with him did the same.
Awo Dawudi n’abasajja bonna be yali nabo, ne bayuza ebyambalo byabwe.
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.
Ne bakaaba, ne bakungubaga ne basiiba okutuusa akawungeezi ku lwa Sawulo ne Yonasaani mutabani we; ne ku lw’eggye lya Mukama, ne ku lw’ennyumba ya Isirayiri; kubanga bonna baali bafudde n’ekitala.
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.”
Awo Dawudi n’agamba omuvubuka eyamutegeeza amawulire ago nti, “Ova wa?” N’addamu nti, “Ndi mwana wa munnaggwanga, Omwameleki.”
14 So David asked him, “Why were you not afraid to lift your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?”
Dawudi n’amugamba nti, “Lwaki tewatya kuzikiriza omuntu Mukama gwe yafukako amafuta?”
15 Then David summoned one of the young men and said, “Go, execute him!” So the young man struck him down, and he died.
Awo Dawudi n’ayita omu ku basajja be, n’amugamba nti, “Mutte.” N’amufumita n’amutta.
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.’”
Dawudi n’amugamba nti, “Omusaayi gwo gubeere ku mutwe gwo, kubanga akamwa ko ye mujulirwa ng’oyogera nti, ‘Nnatta oyo Mukama gwe yafukako amafuta.’”
17 Then David took up this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan,
Dawudi n’akungubagira Sawulo ne Yonasaani mutabani we,
18 and he ordered that the sons of Judah be taught the Song of the Bow. It is written in the Book of Jashar:
n’alagira abantu ba Isirayiri bayigirizibwe oluyimba olw’omutego olw’okukungubaga olwawandiikibwa mu kitabo kya Yasali. Olugamba nti,
19 “Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!
“Ekitiibwa kyo, ayi Isirayiri, kifiiridde ku nsozi zo! Ab’amaanyi nga bagudde!
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.
“Temukyogeranga mu Gaasi, temukyatuliranga mu nguudo za Asukulooni, abawala b’Abafirisuuti baleme okusanyuka, abawala b’abatali bakomole baleme okujaguza.
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.
“Mmwe ensozi za Girubowa, muleme okugwibwako omusulo newaakubadde enkuba, newaakubadde ennimiro okumeramu ensigo. Kubanga eyo engabo ey’ab’amaanyi gye yanyoomerwa n’engabo ya Sawulo, gye yafuukira ng’etafukibwangako mafuta.
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.
Omutego gwa Yonasaani tegwaddanga mabega n’ekitala kya Sawulo tekyaddanga nga kikalu, olw’okubuna omusaayi gw’abattibwanga, n’amasavu g’ab’amaanyi.
23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful in life, were not divided in death. They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
“Sawulo ne Yonasaani, mu bulamu bwabwe baali baagalwa nnyo era baali baakisa, ne mu kufa tebaayawukana. Baali bangu okusinga empungu, era baali b’amaanyi n’okusinga empologoma.
24 O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and luxury, who decked your garments with ornaments of gold.
“Mmwe abawala ba Isirayiri, mukaabire Sawulo, eyabambaza engoye ezinekaaneka ez’okwesiima, eyabambaza ebyambalo ebyatonebwa ne zaabu.
25 How the mighty have fallen in the thick of battle! Jonathan lies slain on your heights.
“Ab’amaanyi nga bagudde wakati mu lutalo! Yonasaani attiddwa ku nsozi zammwe.
26 I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother. You were delightful to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.
Nnumwa nnyo ku lwa muganda wange Yonasaani, kubanga wali mukwano gwange ddala. Okwagala kwe wanjagala kwali kwa kitalo, nga kwa kitalo n’okusinga okw’abakyala.
27 How the mighty have fallen and the weapons of war have perished!”
“Ab’amaanyi nga bagudde, n’ebyokulwanyisa nga bizikiridde!”
