8 ‘Who are you?’ he asked, and I told him, ‘I’m an Amalekite.’
9 He said to me, ‘Please come over here and kill me, because convulsions have come over me but I’m still alive.’
10 So I went over to him and killed him, because I knew he couldn’t survive after being wounded like that. I took the crown that was on his head and the bracelet that was on his arm, and I’ve brought them here to you, my master."
11 Then David grabbed his clothes and ripped them—and all his soldiers did the same.
12 They mourned and cried and fasted until evening for Saul, his son Jonathan, the Lord’s army, and the whole house of Israel, because they had died by the sword.
13 "Where are you from?" David asked the young man who brought him the news."I’m the son of an immigrant," he answered. "An Amalekite."
14 Then David said to him, "How is it that you weren’t afraid to raise your hand and destroy the Lord’s anointed?"