2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, David returned from attacking the Amalekites. He stayed in Ziklag for two days.
Da David efter Sauls Død var vendt tilbage fra Sejeren over Amalek og havde opholdt sig to Dage i Ziklag,
2 Then on the third day a man arrived from Saul's camp. His clothes were torn and he had dust on his head. When he approached David, he bowed before him, and fell to the ground in respect.
kom der Tredjedagen en Mand fra Hæren, fra Saul, med sønderrevne Klæder og Jord på Hovedet, og da han kom hen til David, kastede han sig til Jorden og bøjede sig.
3 “Where have you come from?” David asked him. “I got away from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
David spurgte ham: "Hvor kommer du fra?" Han svarede: "Jeg slap bort fra Israels Hær!"
4 “Tell me what happened,” David asked. “The army ran away from the battle,” the man replied. “Many of them died, and Saul and his son Jonathan also died.”
David sagde da til ham: "Hvorledes gik det? Fortæl mig det!" Han svarede: "Folket flygtede fra Kampen, og mange af Folket faldt og døde; også Saul og hans Søn Jonatan er døde."
5 “How do you know Saul and Jonathan died?” David asked the man giving the report.
Da sagde David til den unge Mand, som bragte ham Budet: "Hvoraf ved du, at Saul og hans Søn Jonatan er døde?"
6 “I just happened to be there on Mount Gilboa,” he replied. “I saw Saul, leaning on his spear, with the enemy chariots and the charioteers advancing on him.
Den unge Mand, der bragte ham Budet, svarede: "Det traf sig, at jeg var på Gilboas Bjerg, og se, Saul stod lænet til sit Spyd, medens Vognene og Rytterne trængte ham;
7 He turned around and saw me. He called out and I replied, ‘I'm here to help!’
og da han vendte sig om, fik han Øje på mig og kaldte på mig; og jeg sagde: Her er jeg!
8 He asked me, ‘Who are you?’ I told him, ‘I'm an Amalekite.’
Da spurgte han mig: Hvem er du? Og jeg svarede: Jeg er en Amalekit!
9 Then he told me, ‘Please come over here and kill me! I'm in terrible agony but life is still hanging on.’
Så sagde han til mig: Kom herhen og giv mig Dødsstødet! Thi Krampen har grebet mig, men jeg lever endnu!
10 So I went over him and killed him, because I knew that wounded as he was he couldn't last long. I took the crown from his head and his bracelet from his arm, and I've brought them here to you, my lord.”
Og jeg trådte hen til ham og gav ham Dødsstødet, thi jeg så, at han ikke kunde leve, når han faldt om. Så tog jeg Diademet, han havde på Hovedet, og et Armbånd, han bar på Armen, og dem har jeg med hid til min Herre."
11 David grabbed hold of his clothes and ripped them, as did his men.
Da tog David fat i sine Klæder og sønderrev dem, og ligeså gjorde alle hans Mænd;
12 They mourned and cried and fasted until the evening for Saul and his son Jonathan, and for the army of the Lord, the Israelites, that had been killed by the sword.
og de holdt Klage, græd og fastede til Aften over Saul og hans Søn Jonatan og HERRENs Folk og Israels Hus, fordi de var faldet for Sværdet.
13 David asked man who brought him the report, “Where are you from?” “I'm the son of a foreigner,” he replied “I'm an Amalekite.”
Derpå sagde David til den unge Mand, som havde bragt ham Budet: "Hvor er du fra?" Han svarede: "Jeg er Søn af en Amalekit, der bor her som fremmed."
14 “Why weren't you worried about killing the Lord's anointed one?” David asked.
Da sagde David: "Frygtede du dog ikke for at lægge Hånd på HERRENs Salvede og dræbe ham!"
15 David called over one of his men and said, “Go ahead, kill him!” So the man cut the Amalekite down and killed him.
David kaldte så på en af sine Folk og sagde: "Kom herhen og stød ham ned!" Og han slog ham ihjel.
16 David had told the Amalekite, “Your death is your own fault because you testified against yourself when you said, ‘I killed the Lord's anointed one.’”
Men David sagde til ham: "Dit Blod komme over dit eget Hoved! Thi din egen Mund vidnede imod dig, da du sagde: Jeg gav HERRENs Salvede Dødsstødet!"
17 Then David sang this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan.
Da sang David denne Klagesang over Saul og hans Søn Jonatan.
18 He ordered it to be taught to the people of Judah. It is called “the Bow” and is recorded in the Book of the Just:
Den skal læres af Judas Sønner; den står optegnet i de Oprigtiges Bog.
19 “Israel, the glorious one lies dead on your mountains. How the mighty have fallen!
Din Pryd, Israel, ligger dræbt på dine Høje. Ak, at dog Heltene faldt!
20 Don't announce it in the town of Gath, don't proclaim it in the streets of Ashkelon, so that the Philistine women won't rejoice, so that the heathen women won't celebrate.
Forkynd det ikke i Gat, ej lyde der Glædesbud på Askalons Gader, at ikke Filisternes Døtre skal fryde sig, de uomskårnes Døtre juble!
21 Mountains of Gilboa, may no dew or rain fall on you! May you have no fields that produce offerings of grain. For it was there that the shield of the mighty was defiled; Saul's shield, no longer cared for with olive oil.
Gilboas Bjerge! Ej falde Dug og Regn på eder, I Dødens Vange! Thi Heltenes Skjolde vanæredes der; Sauls Skjold er ej salvet med Olie.
22 Jonathan with his bow did not retreat from attacking the enemy; Saul with his sword did not return empty-handed from shedding blood.
Uden faldnes Blod, uden Heltes Fedt kom Jonatans Bue ikke tilbage, Sauls Sværd ikke sejrløst hjem.
23 During their lives, Saul and Jonathan were much loved and very pleasant, and death did not divide them. They were faster than eagles, stronger than lions.
Saul og Jonatan, de elskelige, hulde, skiltes ikke i Liv eller Død; hurtigere var de end Ørne, stærkere var de end Løver!
24 Women of Israel, mourn for Saul, who gave you fine scarlet clothes decorated with gold ornaments.
O, Israels Døtre, græd over Saul, som klædte eder yndigt i Purpur, satte Guldsmykker på eders Klæder!
25 How the mighty have fallen in battle! Jonathan lies dead on your mountains.
Ak, at dog Heltene faldt i Slagets Tummel - dræbt ligger Jonatan på dine Høje!
26 I weep so much for you, my brother Jonathan! You were so very dear to me! Your love for me was so wonderful, greater than the love women have!
Jeg sørger over dig, Jonatan, Broder, du var mig såre kær; underfuld var mig din Kærlighed, mere end Kvinders Kærlighed.
27 How the mighty have fallen! The weapons of war are gone!”
Ak, at dog Heltene faldt, Stridsvåbnene lagdes øde!
