2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, David returned from attacking the Amalekites. He stayed in Ziklag for two days.
Mushure mokufa kwaSauro, Dhavhidhi akadzoka kubva kuhondo yaakakunda vaAmareki uye akagara paZikiragi kwamazuva maviri.
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.
Pazuva rechitatu mumwe murume akasvika achibva kumusasa waSauro, zvipfeko zvake zvakabvaruka uye musoro wake uzere guruva. Paakasvika paiva naDhavhidhi, akazviwisira pasi achiratidza rukudzo.
3 “Where have you come from?” David asked him. “I got away from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
Dhavhidhi akabvunza akati, “Wabvepiko?” Iye akapindura akati, “Ndapunyuka kumisasa yavaIsraeri.”
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.”
Dhavhidhi akabvunza akati, “Chii chaitika ikoko? Ndiudze.” Iye akati, “Vanhu vatiza kubva pavanga vachirwira. Vazhinji vavo vafa. Sauro nomwanakomana wake Jonatani vafa.”
5 “How do you know Saul and Jonathan died?” David asked the man giving the report.
Ipapo Dhavhidhi akabvunza jaya rakanga rauya neshoko iri akati, “Unoziva sei kuti Sauro nemwanakomana wake Jonatani vafa?”
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.
Jaya riya rakati, “Ini ndakanga ndiri pamusoro peGomo reGiribhoa, uye ndikaona Sauro akasendamira papfumo rake, ipapo ngoro dzavarwi navatasvi zvichivirima zvotosvika paari.
7 He turned around and saw me. He called out and I replied, ‘I'm here to help!’
Zvino iye akati acheuka akandiona, akandidana, ini ndikati, ‘Ndiri pano?’
8 He asked me, ‘Who are you?’ I told him, ‘I'm an Amalekite.’
“Akandibvunza akati, ‘Ndiwe aniko?’ “Ndakamupindura ndikati, ‘Ndiri muAmareki.’
9 Then he told me, ‘Please come over here and kill me! I'm in terrible agony but life is still hanging on.’
“Ipapo iye akati kwandiri, ‘Uya umire pandiri undiuraye! Ndiri mukurwadziwa kukuru asi ndichiri mupenyu.’
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.”
“Naizvozvo ndakamira paari ndikamuuraya, nokuti ndaiziva kuti mushure mokunge awira pasi haaizorarama. Uye ndakatora korona yakanga iri mumusoro make norundarira rwaiva muruoko rwake, uye ndauya nazvo kuno kuna ishe wangu.”
11 David grabbed hold of his clothes and ripped them, as did his men.
Ipapo Dhavhidhi navarume vose vaakanga anavo vakabata nguo dzavo vakadzibvarura.
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.
Vakachema nokuungudza vakazvinyima zvokudya kusvikira manheru nokuda kwaSauro nomwanakomana wake Jonatani, uye nokuda kwehondo yaJehovha neimba yaIsraeri, nokuti vakanga vaurayiwa nomunondo.
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.”
Dhavhidhi akati kujaya rakanga rauya neshoko kwaari, “Iwe unobvepiko?” Akapindura akati, “Ndiri mwanakomana womutorwa, muAmareki.”
14 “Why weren't you worried about killing the Lord's anointed one?” David asked.
Dhavhidhi akamubvunza akati, “Sei iwe usina kutya kusimudza ruoko rwako uchiparadza muzodziwa waJehovha?”
15 David called over one of his men and said, “Go ahead, kill him!” So the man cut the Amalekite down and killed him.
Ipapo Dhavhidhi akadana mumwe wavarume vaaiva navo akati, “Enda, umuuraye!” Naizvozvo akamubaya, akafa.
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.’”
Nokuti Dhavhidhi akanga ati kwaari, “Ropa rako ngarive pamusoro pako. Muromo wako ndiwo wazvipupurira pawati, ‘Ndauraya muzodziwa waJehovha.’”
17 Then David sang this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan.
Dhavhidhi akaimba rwiyo urwu rwokuchema Sauro nomwanakomana wake Jonatani,
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:
uye akarayira kuti vanhu veJudha vadzidziswe rwiyo urwu rwokuchema rwouta (rwakanyorwa mubhuku raJashari):
19 “Israel, the glorious one lies dead on your mountains. How the mighty have fallen!
“Haiwa Israeri, kubwinya kwako kwaparadzwa pamitunhu yako yakakwirira. Haiwa, vane simba wawira pasi sei!
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.
“Musazvireva muGati, musazviparidza mumigwagwa yeAshikeroni, kuti vanasikana vavaFiristia vasazofara, kuti vanasikana vevasina kudzingiswa varege kupembera.
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.
“Haiwa imi makomo eGiribhoa, ngakurege kuva nedova kana mvura pamusoro penyu, kana minda inobereka zviyo zvakawanda. Nokuti ipapo ndipo pakasvibiswa nhoo yemhare, iyo nhoo yaSauro, isisina kuzorwa mafuta.
22 Jonathan with his bow did not retreat from attacking the enemy; Saul with his sword did not return empty-handed from shedding blood.
Kubva muropa ravakaurayiwa, kubva munyama yemhare, uta hwaJonatani hahuna kudzoka, munondo waSauro hauna kudzoka usina kugutswa.
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.
“Sauro naJonatani, muupenyu vaidikanwa uye vakanaka, nomurufu havana kuparadzaniswa. Vaimhanya kupfuura makondo, vaiva vakasimba kupfuura shumba.
24 Women of Israel, mourn for Saul, who gave you fine scarlet clothes decorated with gold ornaments.
“Haiwa vanasikana veIsraeri, chemai nokuda kwaSauro, iye aikupfekedzai zvishongo zvitsvuku uye zvakaisvonaka, aishongedza nguo dzenyu nezvishongo zvegoridhe.
25 How the mighty have fallen in battle! Jonathan lies dead on your mountains.
“Haiwa vane simba vawira pasi sei muhondo! Jonatani avete, aurayiwa pamitunhu yenyu yakakwirira.
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!
Ndiri kutambudzika kwazvo pamusoro pako, Jonatani mununʼuna wangu; wakanga uchikosha kwazvo kwandiri. Rudo rwako kwandiri rwaishamisa, rwaishamisa kudarika rwavakadzi.
27 How the mighty have fallen! The weapons of war are gone!”
“Haiwa vane simba vakawira pasi sei! Zvombo zvehondo zvaparadzwa!”
