2 Samuel 1

1 ¹After Saul die, David come back from di place wey e go beat di Amalekite people, and e stay for Ziklag for two days. ²For di third day, one man comot from Saul camp, im cloth tear-tear, sand dey for im head. As e reach David, e fall for ground and bow.

³David ask am, "Which place you comot from?" E answer, "Na from Israel camp I run comot."

⁴David ask, "Wetin happen? Tell me." E talk sey, "Di people run comot from di battle. Plenty of dem fall die. Saul and im pikin Jonathan sef don die."

⁵David ask di young man wey bring di news, "How you take know sey Saul and im pikin Jonathan don die?"

⁶Di young man talk sey, "I just find myself for Mount Gilboa, and see Saul dey lean on im spear, di war chariots and di people wey dey ride horse dey rush come meet am. ⁷E turn back, e see me, and e call me. I answer, ‘I dey here.’ ⁸E ask me, ‘Na who you be?’ I tell am, ‘Na Amalekite man I be.’ ⁹E tell me, ‘Stand for my top and kill me; pain don catch me well-well, but I still dey alive.’ ¹⁰So I stand for im top and kill am, because I know sey e no go survive after e don fall. Then I take di crown for im head and di band wey dey im arm, and I bring dem come here give my oga."

¹¹Then David grab im own cloth and tear am, and all di men wey dey with am do di same thing. ¹²Dem mourn, dem cry, and dem fast reach evening for Saul, for im pikin Jonathan, for our Papa people, and for di house of Israel, because dem don fall by sword.

¹³David ask di young man wey bring di news, "Which place you come from?" E answer, "Na pikin of one stranger I be, Amalekite man."

¹⁴David talk sey, "How you take no fear to raise your hand kill di person wey our Papa anoint?" ¹⁵David call one of im young men and talk sey, "Go, strike am down." E strike am, and e die. ¹⁶David don tell am sey, "Your blood dey your own head, because your own mouth talk against you when you sey, ‘Na me kill di person wey our Papa anoint.’"

How di Mighty Men Don Fall

¹⁷Then David sing dis sorrow-song for Saul and im pikin Jonathan, ¹⁸and e give order sey make dem teach di people of Judah dis sorrow-song, wey dem call Di Bow; dem write am for inside di Book of Jashar: ^a a v18 Di Book of Jashar na ancient Israel book wey gather warrior poetry, but e no still dey today. ¹⁹"Israel, your glory don lie down dead for your high places. How di mighty men don fall! ²⁰No tell am for Gath, no announce am for di streets of Ashkelon, if not di daughters of di Philistine people go rejoice, di daughters of dem wey no circumcise go dey shout for joy. ²¹Mountains of Gilboa, make dew or rain no fall for your top, make no field bring offering. Because na for there dem spoil di shield of di mighty man, di shield of Saul, wey dem no dey rub with oil again. ^b b v21 Warrior people dey always rub oil for dem leather shield make e soft and ready for battle; shield wey dem no rub oil don spoil, e no good for anything. ²²From di blood of dem wey die, from di body of di mighty men, Jonathan bow no turn back, Saul sword no come back empty-hand. ²³Saul and Jonathan, dem love dem and dem sweet for people eye when dem dey alive, even for death dem no separate. Dem fast pass eagle, dem strong pass lion. ²⁴Daughters of Israel, cry for Saul, wey dress una with red-red fine cloth and fine-fine thing, wey put gold ornament for una cloth. ²⁵How di mighty men don fall for inside di heavy battle! Jonathan lie down dead for your high places. ²⁶My belle dey pain me for you, my brother Jonathan; you dey very dear to me. Your love for me na wonderful thing, e pass di love of woman. ²⁷How di mighty men don fall! Di weapons of war don perish."