2 Samuel 1
1 And so it was, after the death of Saul, when David had returned from the smiting of the Amalekites, and David had abode in Ziklag two days,
Da David efter Sauls Død var vendt tilbage fra Sejeren over Amalek og havde opholdt sig to Dage i Ziklag,
2 yea so it was, on the third day, that lo! a man came out of the camp, from Saul, with his clothes rent, and earth upon his head, —and so it was, when he came in unto David, that he fell to the earth, and did homage.
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 And David said unto him, From whence comest thou? And he said unto him, Out of the camp of Israel, am I escaped.
David spurgte ham: "Hvor kommer du fra?" Han svarede: "Jeg slap bort fra Israels Hær!"
4 And David said unto him—How turned out the matter? tell me, I pray thee. And he said—The people have fled from the battle, yea moreover, many, of the people have fallen, and died, Yea moreover, Saul, and Jonathan his son, are dead.
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 Then said David unto the young man who was telling him, —How knowest thou that Saul and Jonathan his son are dead?
Da sagde David til den unge Mand, som bragte ham Budet: "Hvoraf ved du, at Saul og hans Søn Jonatan er døde?"
6 And the young man who was telling him said, It, so happened, that I was on Mount Gilboa, when lo! Saul, leaning upon his spear, and lo! the chariots and horsemen, hotly pursued 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 so he turned behind him, and saw me, —and cried out unto me, and I said, Behold me!
og da han vendte sig om, fik han Øje på mig og kaldte på mig; og jeg sagde: Her er jeg!
8 And he said unto me, Who art thou? And I said unto him, An Amalekite, am I.
Da spurgte han mig: Hvem er du? Og jeg svarede: Jeg er en Amalekit!
9 And he said unto me, I pray thee, take thy stand by me, and put me to death, for the cramp hath seized me, —even for as long as my life shall be in me.
Så sagde han til mig: Kom herhen og giv mig Dødsstødet! Thi Krampen har grebet mig, men jeg lever endnu!
10 So I took my stand by him, and put him to death, for I perceived that he could not survive his fall, —so I took the crown that was on his head, and the bracelet that was on his arm, and have brought them in unto my lord, here.
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 Then David took hold of his clothes, and rent them, —yea moreover, [so did] all the men who were with him.
Da tog David fat i sine Klæder og sønderrev dem, og ligeså gjorde alle hans Mænd;
12 And they lamented aloud, and wept, and fasted until the evening, —for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of Yahweh, and for the house of Israel, because they had fallen 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 And David said unto the young man who was telling him, Whence art thou? And he said, Son of a sojourner—an Amalekite, am I.
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 And David said unto him, —How wast thou not afraid to thrust forth thy hand, to destroy the Anointed of Yahweh?
Da sagde David: "Frygtede du dog ikke for at lægge Hånd på HERRENs Salvede og dræbe ham!"
15 So David called one of the young men, and said, —Go near—fall upon him. And he smote him, that he died.
David kaldte så på en af sine Folk og sagde: "Kom herhen og stød ham ned!" Og han slog ham ihjel.
16 And David said unto him, Thy blood, be upon thine own head, —for, thine own mouth, hath testified against thee, saying, I myself, put to death the Anointed of Yahweh.
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 chanted David this dirge, —over Saul and over Jonathan his son;
Da sang David denne Klagesang over Saul og hans Søn Jonatan.
18 and he thought to teach the sons of Judah [the song of] the Bow, —lo! it is written in the Book of the Upright: —
Den skal læres af Judas Sønner; den står optegnet i de Oprigtiges Bog.
19 The beauty of Israel! on thy high plumes—slain! How have fallen—the mighty!
Din Pryd, Israel, ligger dræbt på dine Høje. Ak, at dog Heltene faldt!
20 Do not tell it in Gath, Do not publish it in the streets of Ashkelon, —lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the Uncircumcised triumph.
Forkynd det ikke i Gat, ej lyde der Glædesbud på Askalons Gader, at ikke Filisternes Døtre skal fryde sig, de uomskårnes Døtre juble!
21 Ye mountains in Gilboa! Be there neither dew nor rain upon you, nor fields of offerings, —for, there, were cast away, the shields of the mighty, The shield of Saul, unanointed with 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 From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan ne’er drew back, —and, the sword of Saul, ne’er returned, empty.
Uden faldnes Blod, uden Heltes Fedt kom Jonatans Bue ikke tilbage, Sauls Sværd ikke sejrløst hjem.
23 Saul and Jonathan, delightfully loving in their lives, even, in their death, were not divided, —Beyond eagles, were they swift, beyond lions, were they strong!
Saul og Jonatan, de elskelige, hulde, skiltes ikke i Liv eller Død; hurtigere var de end Ørne, stærkere var de end Løver!
24 Ye daughters of Israel! For Saul, weep ye, —who clothed you in crimson, [decked] with lovely things, who hung ornaments of gold on your apparel!
O, Israels Døtre, græd over Saul, som klædte eder yndigt i Purpur, satte Guldsmykker på eders Klæder!
25 How have fallen the mighty, in the midst of the battle! Jonathan, on thy high places, slain!
Ak, at dog Heltene faldt i Slagets Tummel - dræbt ligger Jonatan på dine Høje!
26 I am distressed for thee, my brother, Jonathan! Delightful to me, exceedingly, —Wonderful, was thy love to me, passing the love of women.
Jeg sørger over dig, Jonatan, Broder, du var mig såre kær; underfuld var mig din Kærlighed, mere end Kvinders Kærlighed.
27 How have fallen the mighty, and perished the weapons of war!
Ak, at dog Heltene faldt, Stridsvåbnene lagdes øde!
