2 Samuel 1
1 After the death of Saul, when David had returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites, and David had stayed two days in Ziklag,
Oluvannyuma lw’okufa kwa Sawulo, Dawudi n’agenda n’abeera e Zikulagi n’amalayo ennaku bbiri, ng’amaze okusaanyaawo Abamaleki.
2 on the third day, behold, a man came out of the camp from Saul, with his clothes torn and earth on his head. When he came to David, he fell to the earth and showed respect.
Awo olwatuuka ku lunaku olwokusatu, ne wajja omusajja ng’ava mu lusiisira lwa Sawulo, ng’ayuzizza ebyambalo bye, nga ne mu mutwe gwe mulimu enfuufu. Bwe yatuuka awali Dawudi, n’avuunama ng’amuwa ekitiibwa.
3 David said to him, “Where do you come from?” He said to him, “I have escaped out of the camp of Israel.”
Dawudi n’amubuuza nti, “Ova wa?” N’amuddamu nti, “Ndi kaawonawo okuva mu lusiisira lwa Isirayiri.”
4 David said to him, “How did it go? Please tell me.” He answered, “The people have fled from the battle, and many of the people also have fallen and are dead. Saul and Jonathan his son are dead also.”
Dawudi n’ayogera nti, “Ntegeeza ebyabaddewo.” N’ayogera nti, “Abantu badduse mu lutalo, era bangi ku bo bafudde. Sawulo ne Yonasaani mutabani we nabo bafudde.”
5 David said to the young man who told him, “How do you know that Saul and Jonathan his son are dead?”
Awo Dawudi n’agamba omuvubuka eyamutegeeza amawulire ago nti, “Otegedde otya nga Sawulo ne mutabani we Yonasaani nabo bafudde?”
6 The young man who told him said, “As I happened by chance on Mount Gilboa, behold, Saul was leaning on his spear; and behold, the chariots and the horsemen followed close behind him.
Omuvubuka n’amugamba nti, “Bwe nnali awo ku lusozi Girubowa, ne ndaba Sawulo nga yeesigamye ku ffumu lye era n’amagaali n’abeebagala embalaasi eby’omulabe nga bamucocca.
7 When he looked behind him, he saw me and called to me. I answered, ‘Here I am.’
Awo bwe yakyusa amaaso ge n’andaba, n’ankowoola, ne muddamu nti, ‘Nkukolere ki?’
8 He said to me, ‘Who are you?’ I answered him, ‘I am an Amalekite.’
“N’ambuuza nti, ‘Ggwe ani?’ “Ne muddamu nti, ‘Ndi Mwamaleki.’
9 He said to me, ‘Please stand beside me, and kill me, for anguish has taken hold of me because my life lingers in me.’
“N’alyoka aŋŋamba nti, ‘Nnyimirirako onzite! Ndi mu masaŋŋanzira ag’okufa newaakubadde nga ndabika ng’akyalimu obulamu.’
10 So I stood beside him and killed him, because I was sure that he could not live after he had fallen. I took the crown that was on his head and the bracelet that was on his arm, and have brought them here to my lord.”
“Kyennava muyimirirako ne mutta, kubanga n’ategeera nga takyalamye. Ne ntwala engule eyali ku mutwe gwe n’ekikomo ekyali ku mukono gwe, era biibino mbireetedde mukama wange.”
11 Then David took hold on his clothes and tore them; and all the men who were with him did likewise.
Awo Dawudi n’abasajja bonna be yali nabo, ne bayuza ebyambalo byabwe.
12 They mourned, wept, and fasted until evening for Saul and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the LORD, and for the house of Israel, because they had fallen by the sword.
Ne bakaaba, ne bakungubaga ne basiiba okutuusa akawungeezi ku lwa Sawulo ne Yonasaani mutabani we; ne ku lw’eggye lya Mukama, ne ku lw’ennyumba ya Isirayiri; kubanga bonna baali bafudde n’ekitala.
13 David said to the young man who told him, “Where are you from?” He answered, “I am the son of a foreigner, an Amalekite.”
Awo Dawudi n’agamba omuvubuka eyamutegeeza amawulire ago nti, “Ova wa?” N’addamu nti, “Ndi mwana wa munnaggwanga, Omwameleki.”
14 David said to him, “Why were you not afraid to stretch out your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?”
Dawudi n’amugamba nti, “Lwaki tewatya kuzikiriza omuntu Mukama gwe yafukako amafuta?”
15 David called one of the young men and said, “Go near, and cut him down!” He struck him so that he died.
Awo Dawudi n’ayita omu ku basajja be, n’amugamba nti, “Mutte.” N’amufumita n’amutta.
16 David said to him, “Your blood be on your head, for your mouth has testified against you, saying, ‘I have slain the LORD’s anointed.’”
Dawudi n’amugamba nti, “Omusaayi gwo gubeere ku mutwe gwo, kubanga akamwa ko ye mujulirwa ng’oyogera nti, ‘Nnatta oyo Mukama gwe yafukako amafuta.’”
17 David lamented with this lamentation over Saul and over Jonathan his son
Dawudi n’akungubagira Sawulo ne Yonasaani mutabani we,
18 (and he commanded them to teach the children of Judah the song of the bow; behold, it is written in the book of Jashar):
n’alagira abantu ba Isirayiri bayigirizibwe oluyimba olw’omutego olw’okukungubaga olwawandiikibwa mu kitabo kya Yasali. Olugamba nti,
19 “Your glory, Israel, was slain on your high places! How the mighty have fallen!
“Ekitiibwa kyo, ayi Isirayiri, kifiiridde ku nsozi zo! Ab’amaanyi nga bagudde!
20 Don’t tell it in Gath. Don’t publish it in the streets of Ashkelon, lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
“Temukyogeranga mu Gaasi, temukyatuliranga mu nguudo za Asukulooni, abawala b’Abafirisuuti baleme okusanyuka, abawala b’abatali bakomole baleme okujaguza.
21 You mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew or rain on you, and no fields of offerings; for there the shield of the mighty was defiled and cast away, the shield of Saul was not anointed with oil.
“Mmwe ensozi za Girubowa, muleme okugwibwako omusulo newaakubadde enkuba, newaakubadde ennimiro okumeramu ensigo. Kubanga eyo engabo ey’ab’amaanyi gye yanyoomerwa n’engabo ya Sawulo, gye yafuukira ng’etafukibwangako mafuta.
22 From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, Jonathan’s bow didn’t turn back. Saul’s sword didn’t return empty.
Omutego gwa Yonasaani tegwaddanga mabega n’ekitala kya Sawulo tekyaddanga nga kikalu, olw’okubuna omusaayi gw’abattibwanga, n’amasavu g’ab’amaanyi.
23 Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives. In their death, they were not divided. They were swifter than eagles. They were stronger than lions.
“Sawulo ne Yonasaani, mu bulamu bwabwe baali baagalwa nnyo era baali baakisa, ne mu kufa tebaayawukana. Baali bangu okusinga empungu, era baali b’amaanyi n’okusinga empologoma.
24 You daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you delicately in scarlet, who put ornaments of gold on your clothing.
“Mmwe abawala ba Isirayiri, mukaabire Sawulo, eyabambaza engoye ezinekaaneka ez’okwesiima, eyabambaza ebyambalo ebyatonebwa ne zaabu.
25 How the mighty have fallen in the middle of the battle! Jonathan was slain on your high places.
“Ab’amaanyi nga bagudde wakati mu lutalo! Yonasaani attiddwa ku nsozi zammwe.
26 I am distressed for you, my brother Jonathan. You have been very pleasant to me. Your love to me was wonderful, surpassing the love of women.
Nnumwa nnyo ku lwa muganda wange Yonasaani, kubanga wali mukwano gwange ddala. Okwagala kwe wanjagala kwali kwa kitalo, nga kwa kitalo n’okusinga okw’abakyala.
27 How the mighty have fallen, and the weapons of war have perished!”
“Ab’amaanyi nga bagudde, n’ebyokulwanyisa nga bizikiridde!”
