2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, David returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites and stayed in Ziklag two days.
Ie fa vilasy t’i Saole naho fa nimpoly amy fanjamana’e o nte-Amalekeoy t’i Davide, naho fa nitoboke roe andro e Tsiklage t’i Davide,
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.
le pok’eo amy andro faha-teloy ty lahilahy boak’ an-tobe’ i Saole añe niriatse iaby o siki’eo, naho deboke ty añ’ambone’e; aa ie niheo mb’ amy Davide mb’eo, le nibabok’ an-tane niambane ama’e.
3 “Where have you come from?” David asked. “I have escaped from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
Le hoe t’i Davide ama’e: Boak’aia v’iheo? le hoe re ama’e, Nipoliotse boak’ an-tobe’ Israele ao.
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.”
Le hoe t’i Davide ama’e: Manao akore i rahay? Ehe talilio. Le hoe re, Nifandripak’ amy hotakotakey ondatio, naho maro t’indaty nihotrake vaho nivetrake; songa nihomake t’i Saole naho Ionatane ana’e.
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?”
Le hoe t’i Davide amy ajalahy nitalily ama’ey: Akore ty ahafohina’o te nihomake t’i Saole naho Ionatane ana’ey?
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.
Le hoe i ajalahy nitalily ama’ey: Izaho nitojeha’ an-kaboa’ i Gilboà eo, hehe te niato amy lefo’ey t’i Saole vaho nifanindry ama’e mafe o sarete naho mpiningi-tsoavalao.
7 When he turned around and saw me, he called out and I answered, ‘Here I am!’
Aa ie nitolike mañamboho le nioni’e iraho, naho nikoiha’e, vaho vinaliko ty hoe: Intoy iraho.
8 ‘Who are you?’ he asked. So I told him, ‘I am an Amalekite.’
Le hoe re tamako: Ia v’ iheo? le hoe ty natoiko: nte-Amaleke iraho.
9 Then he begged me, ‘Stand over me and kill me, for agony has seized me, but my life still lingers.’
Le hoe re tamako: Mijohaña añ’ ilako etoa, le vono, fa haoreañe ty mamihiñe ahy te mbe amako ty fiaiko.
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.”
Aa le nijohañe añ’ ila’e eo iraho naho vinonoko fa niantofako ty hatò te tsy ho velon-dre ie fa nihotrake eo; aa le rinambeko i sabaka’e añ’ ambone’ey naho i ravak’ am-pità’eoy vaho naseseko mb’amy talèko mb’etoa.
11 Then David took hold of his own clothes and tore them, and all the men who were with him did the same.
Finetre’ i Davide amy zao o siki’eo vaho niriate’e; nanao izay iaby ondaty nindre ama’eo,
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.
nangoihoy ty rovetse, nililitse am-para’ te haleñe ho a i Saole naho Ionatane ana’ey naho ondati’ Iehovào, vaho ho a i anjomba’ Israeley, ie fonga zinevom-pibara.
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.”
Le hoe t’i Davide amy ajalahiy: Boak’ aia irehe? le hoe ty natoi’e: Ana-drenetane nte-Amaleke iraho.
14 So David asked him, “Why were you not afraid to lift your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?”
Le hoe t’i Davide ama’e: Aa vaho akore te ihe tsy nihembañe hañiti’ tañañe handrotsake i noriza’ Iehovày?
15 Then David summoned one of the young men and said, “Go, execute him!” So the young man struck him down, and he died.
Kinanji’i Davide amy zao ty gaon-dahy, ami’ty hoe: Mb’eo kahe, iambotraho: Le vinono’e am-panjevoañe.
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.’”
Le hoe t’i Davide ama’e: An-doha’o ty lio’o; fa nitalily azo ty vava’o ami’ty hoe: Izaho ty namono ty noriza’ Iehovà.
17 Then David took up this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan,
Nirovetse t’i Davide ami’ty fandalà’e i Saole naho i ana’e Ionatane,
18 and he ordered that the sons of Judah be taught the Song of the Bow. It is written in the Book of Jashar:
vaho linili’e t’ie haoke amo ana’ Iehodao ty sabo atao ty hoe: I Faley. Ingo t’ie sinokitse am-boke’ Iasare ao:
19 “Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!
Fa zinamañe an-kaboañe ey ty hatsomerentsere’ Israele! Akore ty fikorovoha’ o fanalolahio!
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.
Ko talilieñe e Gate ao, ko tseizeñe an-damo’ i Askelone ey; tsy mone hirebeke o anak’ ampela o nte-Pilistioo hera handia taroba o anak’ ampela’ o tsy nisavareñeoo.
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 ry haboa’ i Giboà, ee t’ie tsy hivotrahan-jono ndra orañe, ndra teteke miregorego voa soa; amy te ao ty nañifihañe an-tsereheñe ty fikala’ o maozatseo, ty fikalan-defo’ i Saole, hoe t’ie tsy norizañ’ an-tsolike.
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.
Boak’ ami’ty lio’ o zinamañeo, naho ami’ty havondra’ o fatratseo tsy nivike ty fàle’ Ionatane, tsy nimpoly mañomaño ty fibara’ i Saole.
23 Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful in life, were not divided in death. They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
I Saole naho Ionatane, ty hatsomerentsere’e naho ty hamaràm-bintañe t’ie niveloñe, mbe nifampipiteke iereo te nihomake; nalisa ta ty vantioñe, naozatse ta ty liona.
24 O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and luxury, who decked your garments with ornaments of gold.
O ry anak’ ampela’ Israele, mangololoiha ho a i Saole, i nampisikiñe anahareo mena naho ravoravo ila’ey, i nametake bange volamena an-tsaro’ areoy.
25 How the mighty have fallen in the thick of battle! Jonathan lies slain on your heights.
Akore te nitsingoritritse an-teñateñan-kotakotak’ ao o maozatseo! Zinevo an-kaboañe ey t’Ionatane!
26 I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother. You were delightful to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.
Mampioremeñe ahy rehe ry Ionatane rahalahiko; nifanjàka amako; fiain-tane ty fikokoa’o ahy, mandikoatse ty hatea’ ampela.
27 How the mighty have fallen and the weapons of war have perished!”
Akore ty fihotraha’ o fanalolahio, nirotsake o haraom-pialiañeo.
