2 Samuel 1
1 Saul var dåen, og David var attkomen frå sigeren yver Amalek og hadde halde seg i Siklag tvo dagar.
Now it came to pass after the death of Saul, when David was returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites, and David had abode two days in Ziklag;
2 Då hende det seg tridje dagen at han fekk sjå ein mann kom springande frå Sauls-lægret med sundrivne klæde og mold på hovudet. Då han kom burtåt David, fall han å gruve til jordi.
It came even to pass on the third day, that, behold, 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 to David, that he fell to the earth, and did obeisance.
3 David spurde honom: «Kvar kjem du ifrå?» Han svara: «Eg hev kome meg undan frå Israels-lægret.»
And David said unto him, From whence comest thou? And he said unto him, Out of the camp of Israel am I escaped.
4 «Kor hev det gjenge?» spurde David, «seg meg det!» Han svara: «Folket rømde frå striden, mange av herfolket fall og døydde; Saul og Jonatan, son hans, er døydde og.»
And David said unto him, How went the matter? I pray thee, tell me. And he answered, That the people are fled from the battle, and many of the people also are fallen and dead; and Saul and Jonathan his son are dead also.
5 David spurde sveinen som kom med tidendi: «Kor veit du at Saul og Jonatan, son hans, er daude?»
And David said unto the young man that told him, How knowest thou that Saul and Jonathan his son be dead?
6 Då svara tidendsveinen: «Av eit hende høvde eg til å koma upp på Gilboafjellet og fekk sjå Saul studde seg til spjotet sitt, medan stridsvognerne og hestfolket sette inn på honom.
And the young man that told him said, As I happened by chance upon mount Gilboa, behold, Saul leaned upon his spear; and, lo, the chariots and horsemen followed hard after him.
7 Han vende seg og såg meg, og ropte på meg, og eg svara ja;
And when he looked behind him, he saw me, and called unto me. And I answered, Here am I.
8 Han spurde meg kven eg var; eg svara eg var ein amalekit.
And he said unto me, Who art thou? And I answered him, I am an Amalekite.
9 So bad han meg: «Kom hit og drep meg! eg hev fenge baneridi, alt med det endå er liv i meg.»
He said unto me again, Stand, I pray thee, upon me, and slay me: for anguish is come upon me, because my life is yet whole in me.
10 Eg gjekk då fram og gav honom banestyngen. Eg skyna han kunde ikkje liva når han stupte. Eg tok so hovudgullet og ein armring av honom og bar hit til deg, herre!»
So I stood upon him, and slew him, because I was sure that he could not live after that he was fallen: and I took the crown that was upon his head, and the bracelet that was on his arm, and have brought them hither unto my lord.
11 Då tok David og reiv sund klædi sine. Sameleis gjorde alle fylgjesveinarne hans.
Then David took hold on his clothes, and rent them; and likewise all the men that were with him:
12 Dei øya og gret og fasta alt til kvelden, for di Saul og Jonatan, son hans, og Herrens folk og Israels ætt hadde falle for sverd.
And they mourned, and wept, and fasted until even, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of Yhwh, and for the house of Israel; because they were fallen by the sword.
13 David spurde tiendsveinen: «Kvar er du ifrå?» Han svara: «Framandmanns son, amalekit er eg.»
And David said unto the young man that told him, Whence art thou? And he answered, I am the son of a stranger, an Amalekite.
14 Då sagde David med honom: «Kor våga du leggja hand på den som Herren hev salva, og drepe honom?»
And David said unto him, How wast thou not afraid to stretch forth thine hand to destroy Yhwh's anointed?
15 Og David ropa på ein av sveinarne sine og sagde: «Hit, og hogg honom ned!» Og han gav honom banehogg.
And David called one of the young men, and said, Go near, and fall upon him. And he smote him that he died.
16 «Ditt blod kome yver ditt hovud, » sagde David; «din eigen munn vitna mot deg då du sagde: «Eg hev drepe honom som Herren hadde salva.»»
And David said unto him, Thy blood be upon thy head; for thy mouth hath testified against thee, saying, I have slain Yhwh's anointed.
17 David kvad eit syrgjekvæde yver Saul og Jonatan, son hans
And David lamented with this lamentation over Saul and over Jonathan his son:
18 han baud dei skulde læra Juda-borni «Kvædet um bogen», det finst uppskrive i boki åt den rettvise:
( Also he bade them teach the children of Judah the use of the bow: behold, it is written in the book of Jasher.)
19 Israels prydnad! drepen ligg du på haugarne dine! Ai ei! falne er kjemporne dine!
The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: how are the mighty fallen!
20 Gjet det ikkje i Gat! Lat deim ikkje gleda seg i Askalons-gatorne, so ikkje filistardøtter skal frygda seg og døtter av u-umskorne fegnast!
Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
21 Og Gilboafjell! gjev dogg og regn ei må falla på dykk! og ingen åke gro med offergåvor! Der kasta kjemporne skjoldarne frå seg. Skjolden åt Saul - aldri med olje han meir vert smurd!
Ye mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain, upon you, nor fields of offerings: for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, the shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil.
22 Av bøygde aldri Jonatans boge frå blod åt falne, frå feitta åt kjempor. Og aldri kom sverdet hans Saul kom att med ugjort!
From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty.
23 Saul og Jonatan, elska og ljuvlege, uskiljande både i liv og daude! snøggare var dei enn ørnar, sterkare var dei enn løvor.
Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
24 Israels døtter! Gråt for Saul, han som klædde dykk i yndeleg skarlak, han som prydde med gull dykkar klæde!
Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights, who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel.
25 Ai ei! kjemporne fall i striden! Jonatan, drepen ligg han på haugarne dine!
How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! O Jonathan, thou wast slain in thine high places.
26 Sårt eg deg syrgjer, Jonatan, bror min! Utifrå yndeleg var du for meg. Kjærleiken din kjærare var meg enn kvende-elsk.
I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
27 Ai ei! at kjempor fall, og båe strids-sverdi øyddest!
How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!
