2 Samuel 1
1 Now after the death of Saul, when David, having come back from the destruction of the Amalekites, had been in Ziklag for two days;
Na rĩrĩ, thuutha wa gĩkuũ gĩa Saũlũ, Daudi agĩkorwo aacooka kuuma kũhoota Aamaleki na agĩikara kũu Zikilagi mĩthenya ĩĩrĩ.
2 On the third day a man came from Saul's tents, with his clothing out of order and earth on his head: and when he came to David, he went down on the earth and gave him honour.
Mũthenya wa ĩtatũ-rĩ, hagĩũka mũndũ oimĩte kambĩ-inĩ ya Saũlũ, arĩ na nguo ndembũkangu na rũkũngũ mũtwe. Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa aakinyire harĩ Daudi, akĩĩgũithia thĩ nĩguo amũhe gĩtĩĩo.
3 And David said to him, Where have you come from? And he said, I have come in flight from the tents of Israel.
Daudi akĩmũũria atĩrĩ, “Wee uumĩte kũ?” Nake akĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, “Nĩ kũũra njũrĩte, ngoima kambĩ-inĩ ya andũ a Isiraeli.”
4 And David said to him, How did things go? Give me the news. And in answer he said, The people have gone in flight from the fight, and a great number of them are dead; and Saul and his son Jonathan are dead.
Daudi akĩmũũria atĩrĩ, “Kaĩ gwĩkĩkĩte atĩa? Ta njĩĩra.” Nake akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Andũ nĩmorĩte makoima mbaara-inĩ. Na andũ aingĩ nĩmooragĩtwo. Nake Saũlũ na mũriũ Jonathani nĩmakuĩte.”
5 And David said to the young man who gave him the news, Why are you certain that Saul and his son Jonathan are dead?
Ningĩ Daudi akĩũria mwanake ũcio wamũreheire ũhoro ũcio atĩrĩ, “Ũmenyete atĩa atĩ Saũlũ na mũriũ Jonathani nĩmakuĩte?”
6 And the young man said, I came by chance to Mount Gilboa, and I saw Saul supporting himself on his spear; and the war-carriages and horsemen overtook him.
Mwanake ũcio akĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, “Ndĩrakorirwo ndĩ hau kĩrĩma-inĩ kĩa Giliboa, na hau nĩho ndĩronire Saũlũ, etiranĩtie na itimũ rĩake, akiriĩ gũkorererwo nĩ ngaari cia ita na ahaici a mbarathi.
7 And looking back, he saw me and gave a cry to me. And answering him I said, Here am I.
Rĩrĩa eehũgũrire, akĩnyona, na akĩnjĩta, na niĩ ngĩmũũria atĩrĩ, ‘Ũngĩenda ngwĩkĩre atĩa?’
8 And he said to me, Who are you? And I said, I am an Amalekite.
“Nake akĩnjũũria atĩrĩ, ‘Wee ũrĩ ũ?’ “Ngĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, ‘Niĩ ndĩ Mũamaleki.’
9 Then he said to me, Come here to my side, and put me to death, for the pain of death has me in its grip but my life is still strong in me.
“Ningĩ akĩnjĩĩra atĩrĩ, ‘Ũka haha ũnjũrage! Niĩ ndĩ na ruo rũnene mũno rwa gĩkuũ, no ndĩ o muoyo.’
10 So I put my foot on him and gave him his death-blow, because I was certain that he would not go on living after his fall: and I took the crown from his head and the band from his arm, and I have them here for my lord.
“Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ngĩthiĩ harĩ we, ngĩmũũraga, tondũ nĩndamenyire atĩ arĩkĩtie kũgũa ndekũhona. Ngĩruta thũmbĩ ĩrĩa yarĩ mũtwe wake, na mũrĩnga ũrĩa warĩ guoko gwake, na nĩcio indo iria ndarehera mwathi wakwa.”
11 Then David gave way to bitter grief, and so did all the men who were with him:
Hĩndĩ ĩyo Daudi na andũ othe arĩa maarĩ nake makĩnyiita nguo ciao, magĩcitembũranga.
12 And till evening they gave themselves to sorrow and weeping, and took no food, weeping for Saul and for Jonathan, his son, and for the people of the Lord and for the men of Israel; because they had come to their end by the sword.
Nao magĩcakaya, na makĩrĩra, o na makĩĩhinga kũrĩa irio nginya hwaĩ-inĩ, nĩ ũndũ wa Saũlũ na mũriũ Jonathani, o na nĩ ũndũ wa mbũtũ cia ita cia Jehova, na nyũmba ya Isiraeli, tondũ nĩmooragĩtwo na rũhiũ rwa njora.
13 And David said to the young man who had given him the news, Where do you come from? And he said, I am the son of a man from a strange land; I am an Amalekite.
Daudi akĩũria mwanake ũcio wamũreheire ũhoro atĩrĩ, “Wee uumĩte kũ?” Nake agĩcookia atĩrĩ, “Niĩ ndĩ mũriũ wa mũndũ wa kũngĩ, Mũamaleki.”
14 And David said to him, Had you no fear of stretching out your hand to put to death the one marked with the holy oil?
Daudi akĩmũũria atĩrĩ, “Nĩ kĩĩ kĩragiririe wĩtigĩre gũtambũrũkia guoko gwaku ũũrage mũitĩrĩrie maguta wa Jehova?”
15 And David sent for one of his young men and said, Go near and put an end to him. And he put him to death.
Ningĩ Daudi agĩĩta ũmwe wa andũ ake, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Thiĩ, ũmũũrage!” Nake akĩmũringa, agĩkua.
16 And David said to him, May your blood be on your head; for your mouth has given witness against you, saying, I have put to death the man marked with the holy oil.
Nĩgũkorwo Daudi aamwĩĩrire atĩrĩ, “Thakame yaku ĩrogũcookerera. Kanua gaku we mwene nĩko kaaruta ũira wa gũgũũkĩrĩra, rĩrĩa uugire atĩrĩ, ‘Nĩndĩrooragire mũitĩrĩrie maguta wa Jehova.’”
17 Then David made this song of grief for Saul and Jonathan, his son:
Nake Daudi agĩcakaĩra Saũlũ na mũriũ Jonathani,
18 (It is recorded in the book of Jashar for teaching to the sons of Judah) and he said:
na agĩathana atĩ andũ a Juda marutwo icakaya rĩĩrĩ rĩĩtagwo rwĩmbo rwa ũta (narĩo rĩandĩkĩtwo Ibuku-inĩ rĩa Jasharu):
19 The glory, O Israel, is dead on your high places! How have the great ones been made low!
“Wee Isiraeli, riiri waku ũũragĩtwo irĩma-inĩ ciaku.
20 Give no news of it in Gath, let it not be said in the streets of Ashkelon; or the daughters of the Philistines will be glad, the daughters of men without circumcision will be uplifted in joy.
“Ũhoro ũyũ ndũkaheanwo Gathu,
21 O mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew or rain on you, you fields of death: for there the arms of the strong have been shamed, the arms of Saul, as if he had not been marked with the holy oil.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ irĩma cia Giliboa,
22 From the blood of the dead, from the fat of the strong, the bow of Jonathan was not turned back, the sword of Saul did not come back unused.
Kuuma kũrĩ thakame ya arĩa moragĩtwo,
23 Saul and Jonathan were loved and pleasing; in their lives and in their death they were not parted; they went more quickly than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
“Saũlũ na Jonathani,
24 O daughters of Israel, have sorrow for Saul, by whom you were delicately clothed in robes of red, with ornaments of gold on your dresses.
“Inyuĩ airĩtu a Isiraeli,
25 How have the great ones been made low in the fight! Jonathan is dead on your high places.
“Hĩ, kaĩ andũ arĩa njamba nĩmagwĩrĩire mbaara-inĩ-ĩ!
26 I am full of grief for you, my brother Jonathan: very dear have you been to me: your love for me was a wonder, greater than the love of women.
Niĩ ndĩ na kĩeha nĩ ũndũ waku Jonathani, wee mũrũ wa baba;
27 How have the great ones been made low, and the arms of war broken!
“Hĩ, kaĩ andũ arĩa njamba nĩmagwĩte-ĩ!
