2 Samuel 1
1 Saul var dåen, og David var attkomen frå sigeren yver Amalek og hadde halde seg i Siklag tvo dagar.
Now after the death of Saul, when David, having come back from the destruction of the Amalekites, had been in Ziklag for two days;
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.
On the third day a man came from Saul's tents, with his clothing out of order and earth on his head: and when he came to David, he went down on the earth and gave him honour.
3 David spurde honom: «Kvar kjem du ifrå?» Han svara: «Eg hev kome meg undan frå Israels-lægret.»
And David said to him, Where have you come from? And he said, I have come in flight from the tents of Israel.
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 to him, How did things go? Give me the news. And in answer he said, The people have gone in flight from the fight, and a great number of them are dead; and Saul and his son Jonathan are dead.
5 David spurde sveinen som kom med tidendi: «Kor veit du at Saul og Jonatan, son hans, er daude?»
And David said to the young man who gave him the news, Why are you certain that Saul and his son Jonathan are 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 said, I came by chance to Mount Gilboa, and I saw Saul supporting himself on his spear; and the war-carriages and horsemen overtook him.
7 Han vende seg og såg meg, og ropte på meg, og eg svara ja;
And looking back, he saw me and gave a cry to me. And answering him I said, Here am I.
8 Han spurde meg kven eg var; eg svara eg var ein amalekit.
And he said to me, Who are you? And I said, 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.»
Then he said to me, Come here to my side, and put me to death, for the pain of death has me in its grip but my life is still strong 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 put my foot on him and gave him his death-blow, because I was certain that he would not go on living after his fall: and I took the crown from his head and the band from his arm, and I have them here for my lord.
11 Då tok David og reiv sund klædi sine. Sameleis gjorde alle fylgjesveinarne hans.
Then David gave way to bitter grief, and so did all the men who 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 till evening they gave themselves to sorrow and weeping, and took no food, weeping for Saul and for Jonathan, his son, and for the people of the Lord and for the men of Israel; because they had come to their end by the sword.
13 David spurde tiendsveinen: «Kvar er du ifrå?» Han svara: «Framandmanns son, amalekit er eg.»
And David said to the young man who had given him the news, Where do you come from? And he said, I am the son of a man from a strange land; I am 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 to him, Had you no fear of stretching out your hand to put to death the one marked with the holy oil?
15 Og David ropa på ein av sveinarne sine og sagde: «Hit, og hogg honom ned!» Og han gav honom banehogg.
And David sent for one of his young men and said, Go near and put an end to him. And he put him to death.
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 to him, May your blood be on your head; for your mouth has given witness against you, saying, I have put to death the man marked with the holy oil.
17 David kvad eit syrgjekvæde yver Saul og Jonatan, son hans
Then David made this song of grief for Saul and Jonathan, his son:
18 han baud dei skulde læra Juda-borni «Kvædet um bogen», det finst uppskrive i boki åt den rettvise:
(It is recorded in the book of Jashar for teaching to the sons of Judah) and he said:
19 Israels prydnad! drepen ligg du på haugarne dine! Ai ei! falne er kjemporne dine!
The glory, O Israel, is dead on your high places! How have the great ones been made low!
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!
Give no news of it in Gath, let it not be said in the streets of Ashkelon; or the daughters of the Philistines will be glad, the daughters of men without circumcision will be uplifted in joy.
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!
O mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew or rain on you, you fields of death: for there the arms of the strong have been shamed, the arms of Saul, as if he had not been marked with the holy 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 dead, from the fat of the strong, the bow of Jonathan was not turned back, the sword of Saul did not come back unused.
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 loved and pleasing; in their lives and in their death they were not parted; they went more quickly 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!
O daughters of Israel, have sorrow for Saul, by whom you were delicately clothed in robes of red, with ornaments of gold on your dresses.
25 Ai ei! kjemporne fall i striden! Jonatan, drepen ligg han på haugarne dine!
How have the great ones been made low in the fight! Jonathan is dead on your 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 full of grief for you, my brother Jonathan: very dear have you been to me: your love for me was a wonder, greater than the love of women.
27 Ai ei! at kjempor fall, og båe strids-sverdi øyddest!
How have the great ones been made low, and the arms of war broken!
