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,
Na rĩrĩ, thuutha wa gĩkuũ gĩa Saũlũ, Daudi agĩkorwo aacooka kuuma kũhoota Aamaleki na agĩikara kũu Zikilagi mĩthenya ĩĩrĩ.
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.
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 unto him, From whence comest thou? And he said unto him, Out of the camp of Israel, am I escaped.
Daudi akĩmũũria atĩrĩ, “Wee uumĩte kũ?” Nake akĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, “Nĩ kũũra njũrĩte, ngoima kambĩ-inĩ ya andũ a Isiraeli.”
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.
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 Then said David unto the young man who was telling him, —How knowest thou that Saul and Jonathan his son are dead?
Ningĩ Daudi akĩũria mwanake ũcio wamũreheire ũhoro ũcio atĩrĩ, “Ũmenyete atĩa atĩ Saũlũ na mũriũ Jonathani nĩmakuĩte?”
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;
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 so he turned behind him, and saw me, —and cried out unto me, and I said, Behold me!
Rĩrĩa eehũgũrire, akĩnyona, na akĩnjĩta, na niĩ ngĩmũũria atĩrĩ, ‘Ũngĩenda ngwĩkĩre atĩa?’
8 And he said unto me, Who art thou? And I said unto him, An Amalekite, am I.
“Nake akĩnjũũria atĩrĩ, ‘Wee ũrĩ ũ?’ “Ngĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, ‘Niĩ ndĩ Mũamaleki.’
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.
“Ningĩ akĩnjĩĩra atĩrĩ, ‘Ũka haha ũnjũrage! Niĩ ndĩ na ruo rũnene mũno rwa gĩkuũ, no ndĩ o muoyo.’
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.
“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 took hold of his clothes, and rent them, —yea moreover, [so did] all the men who were with him.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo Daudi na andũ othe arĩa maarĩ nake makĩnyiita nguo ciao, magĩcitembũranga.
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.
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 unto the young man who was telling him, Whence art thou? And he said, Son of a sojourner—an Amalekite, am I.
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 unto him, —How wast thou not afraid to thrust forth thy hand, to destroy the Anointed of Yahweh?
Daudi akĩmũũria atĩrĩ, “Nĩ kĩĩ kĩragiririe wĩtigĩre gũtambũrũkia guoko gwaku ũũrage mũitĩrĩrie maguta wa Jehova?”
15 So David called one of the young men, and said, —Go near—fall upon him. And he smote him, that he died.
Ningĩ Daudi agĩĩta ũmwe wa andũ ake, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Thiĩ, ũmũũrage!” Nake akĩmũringa, agĩkua.
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.
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 chanted David this dirge, —over Saul and over Jonathan his son;
Nake Daudi agĩcakaĩra Saũlũ na mũriũ Jonathani,
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: —
na agĩathana atĩ andũ a Juda marutwo icakaya rĩĩrĩ rĩĩtagwo rwĩmbo rwa ũta (narĩo rĩandĩkĩtwo Ibuku-inĩ rĩa Jasharu):
19 The beauty of Israel! on thy high plumes—slain! How have fallen—the mighty!
“Wee Isiraeli, riiri waku ũũragĩtwo irĩma-inĩ ciaku.
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.
“Ũhoro ũyũ ndũkaheanwo Gathu,
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.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ irĩma cia Giliboa,
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.
Kuuma kũrĩ thakame ya arĩa moragĩtwo,
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!
“Saũlũ na Jonathani,
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!
“Inyuĩ airĩtu a Isiraeli,
25 How have fallen the mighty, in the midst of the battle! Jonathan, on thy high places, slain!
“Hĩ, kaĩ andũ arĩa njamba nĩmagwĩrĩire mbaara-inĩ-ĩ!
26 I am distressed for thee, my brother, Jonathan! Delightful to me, exceedingly, —Wonderful, was thy love to me, passing the love of women.
Niĩ ndĩ na kĩeha nĩ ũndũ waku Jonathani, wee mũrũ wa baba;
27 How have fallen the mighty, and perished the weapons of war!
“Hĩ, kaĩ andũ arĩa njamba nĩmagwĩte-ĩ!
