2 Samuel 1
1 Mgbe Sọl nwụsịrị, Devid si ebe ọ gara tigbuo ndị Amalek lọghachi. Devid nọrọ ụbọchị abụọ na Ziklag.
After the death of Saul, David returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites and stayed in Ziklag two days.
2 O ruo, nʼụbọchị nke atọ, otu nwoke si nʼọmụma ụlọ ikwu Sọl bịakwutere ya. Uwe nwoke a yi nʼahụ dọwara adọwa. Isi ya dịkwa aja aja. Ọ batara daa nʼala nʼihu Devid nʼọnọdụ inye ya nsọpụrụ.
On the third day a man with torn clothes and dust on his head arrived from Saul’s camp. When he came to David, he fell to the ground to pay him homage.
3 Devid jụrụ ya sị, “Ebee ka i si bịa?” Nwoke ahụ zara sị, “Esi m nʼọmụma ụlọ ikwu ndị Izrel gbapụta.”
“Where have you come from?” David asked. “I have escaped from the Israelite camp,” he replied.
4 Devid jụrụ ya sị, “Gịnị mere? Biko gwa m.” Nwoke ahụ zara sị, “Ndị agha Izrel niile agbaala ọsọ. Ọtụtụ nʼime ndị agha Izrel anwụọkwala. Sọl na Jonatan nwa ya nwụkwara!”
“What was the outcome?” David asked. “Please tell me.” “The troops fled from the battle,” he replied. “Many of them fell and died. And Saul and his son Jonathan are also dead.”
5 Devid jụrụ ya sị, “Olee otu i si mata na Sọl na Jonatan anwụọla?”
Then David asked the young man who had brought him the report, “How do you know that Saul and his son Jonathan are dead?”
6 Nwokorobịa ahụ sịrị ya, “Ọ dapụtara na m nọ nʼugwu Gilboa hụ Sọl mgbe ọ dabeere nʼùbe ya. Mgbe ahụ ụgbọ agha ndị iro na ndị na-agba ịnyịnya agha na-esosi ya ike.
“I happened to be on Mount Gilboa,” he replied, “and there was Saul, leaning on his spear, with the chariots and the cavalry closing in on him.
7 Mgbe ọ hụrụ m, ọ kpọrọ m ka m bịakwute ya. Azara m ya sị, ‘Gịnị ka m nwere ike ime?’
When he turned around and saw me, he called out and I answered, ‘Here I am!’
8 “Ọ jụrụ m sị, ‘Ị bụ onye?’ “Azara m ya sị, ‘Abụ m onye Amalek.’
‘Who are you?’ he asked. So I told him, ‘I am an Amalekite.’
9 “Ọ sị m, ‘Biko, bịa guzo nʼakụkụ m ka ị gbuo m, nʼihi na ọ bụ ezie na m dị ndụ, ma anọ m nnọọ nʼoke ihe mgbu nke ọnwụ.’
Then he begged me, ‘Stand over me and kill me, for agony has seized me, but my life still lingers.’
10 “Ya mere, eguzoro m nʼakụkụ ya, gbuo ya, nʼihi na amaara m na ọ gaghị adị ndụ tee anya. Ọ bụkwa mgbe m gbusịrị ya ka m kpupụrụ ya okpueze dị ya nʼisi, gbapụtakwa ya mgbaaka dị nʼogwe aka ya, chịrị ha, ka m chịtara gị ha, onyenwe m.”
So I stood over him and killed him, because I knew that after he had fallen he could not survive. And I took the crown that was on his head and the band that was on his arm, and I have brought them here to my lord.”
11 Mgbe Devid na ndị ikom ya nụrụ ihe ndị a. Ha dọwara uwe ha.
Then David took hold of his own clothes and tore them, and all the men who were with him did the same.
12 Ha ruru ụjụ. Kwaa akwa. Bukwaa ọnụ ruo oge anyasị nʼihi Sọl na Jonatan nwa ya nwoke, na nʼihi ndị agha Onyenwe anyị na ụlọ Izrel. Nʼihi na ha dara site na mma agha.
They mourned and wept and fasted until evening for Saul and his son Jonathan, and for the people of the LORD and the house of Israel, because they had fallen by the sword.
13 Mgbe ahụ, Devid jụrụ nwokorobịa ahụ wetara ozi ahụ ajụjụ sị, “Olee ebe i si bịa?” Ọ zara sị ya, “Abụ m onye ọbịa, onye Amalek.”
And David inquired of the young man who had brought him the report, “Where are you from?” “I am the son of a foreigner,” he answered. “I am an Amalekite.”
14 Devid jụrụ ya sị, “Gịnị mere i ji setịpụ aka gị, na-atụghị ụjọ, tigbuo onye Onyenwe anyị tere mmanụ?”
So David asked him, “Why were you not afraid to lift your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?”
15 Devid kpọrọ otu nʼime ndị ikom ya sị ya, “Gbuo ya!” Nwoke ahụ weere mma agha gbuo ya.
Then David summoned one of the young men and said, “Go, execute him!” So the young man struck him down, and he died.
16 Mgbe ahụ Devid sịrị ya, “Ọbara gị laa gị nʼisi, nʼihi na ị ji ọnụ gị kwupụta sị, ‘Egburu m onye Onyenwe anyị tere mmanụ.’”
For David had said to the Amalekite, “Your blood be on your own head because your own mouth has testified against you, saying, ‘I killed the LORD’s anointed.’”
17 Emesịa, Devid depụtara abụ akwa a nʼihi Sọl na Jonatan.
Then David took up this lament for Saul and his son Jonathan,
18 O nyere iwu ka akụziere ndị Juda, abụ ùta a. E dere ya nʼime akwụkwọ Jesha.
and he ordered that the sons of Judah be taught the Song of the Bow. It is written in the Book of Jashar:
19 “Ebube gị, gị Izrel, abụrụla ihe e gburu nʼebe gị niile dị elu. Lee ka ndị bụ dike si daa!
“Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!
20 “Ekwutela ya na Gat. Ekwusala ya nʼokporoụzọ Ashkelọn. Ka ada ndị Filistia ghara ịṅụrị ọṅụ. Ka ụmụ inyom ndị a na-ebighị ugwu ghara iti mkpu ọṅụ.
Tell it not in Gath; proclaim it not in the streets of Ashkelon, lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, and the daughters of the uncircumcised exult.
21 “Unu ugwu Gilboa, ka igirigi maọbụ mmiri ozuzo ghara ịbịakwasị unu. Ka mmiri ozuzo gharakwa izokwasị nʼaja mbuli elu unu. Nʼihi na nʼelu unu ka a nọ merụọ ọta ndị dị ike. E, ọta Sọl, nke a na-adịghị etekwa mmanụ.
O mountains of Gilboa, may you have no dew or rain, no fields yielding offerings of grain. For there the shield of the mighty was defiled, the shield of Saul, no longer anointed with oil.
22 “Site nʼọbara ndị e gburu egbu, site nʼanụ ahụ ndị dị ike. Ụta Jonatan alọghachighị azụ. Mma agha Sọl agbaghịkwa aka lọghachi.
From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan did not retreat, and the sword of Saul did not return empty.
23 Sọl na Jonatan, na ndụ ha bụ ndị a hụrụ nʼanya. Ndị jupụtara nʼamara. Ma nʼọnwụ, nkewa ọbụla adịghị nʼetiti ha. Ha dị gara gara karịa ugo. Ha dị ike karịa ọdụm.
Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful in life, were not divided in death. They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
24 “Ụmụada Izrel, kwaaranụ Sọl akwa. Onye na-eji uwe uhie uhie chọọ unu mma. Onye ji uwe na ihe ịchọ mma ọlaedo chọọ unu mma.
O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and luxury, who decked your garments with ornaments of gold.
25 “Lee ka ndị dị ike si daa nʼetiti ọgbọ agha. E gbuola Jonatan nʼelu ugwu;
How the mighty have fallen in the thick of battle! Jonathan lies slain on your heights.
26 ana m eruru gị ụjụ, gị Jonatan, nwanne m nʼihi na ihe dị oke ọnụahịa ka ị bụụrụ m. Ịhụnanya i nwere nʼebe m nọ dị omimi karịa ịhụnanya ndị nwanyị.
I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother. You were delightful to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.
27 “Lee ka ndị dị ike si daa! Ngwa agha niile abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi!”
How the mighty have fallen and the weapons of war have perished!”
