Hoseas 9
1 Glæd dig ikke, Israel! indtil Jubel, som Folkene; thi du har bedrevet Hor og vendt dig fra din Gud, du har elsket Bolerlønnen paa alle Kornloer.
Do not rejoice, O Israel, with exultation, like the peoples, for thou hast gone away unchastely from beside thy God, —thou hast loved a present, upon all the threshing-floors of corn!
2 Loen og Persen skulle ikke føde dem, og Mosten skal slaa dem fejl.
Threshing-floor and wine-vat, will not feed them, and, new wine, will deny them.
3 De skulle ikke blive boende i Herrens Land; men Efraim skal komme tilbage til Ægypten, og i Assyrien skulle de æde, hvad der er urent.
They shall not dwell in the land of Yahweh, but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and, in Assyria—that which is unclean, shall they eat.
4 De skulle ikke udøse Vin til Drikoffer for Herren, og deres Slagtofre skulle ikke behage ham; deres Brød er som Sorgens Brød, alle, som æde det, skulle blive urene; thi deres Brød er for deres egen Trang, det kommer ikke i Herrens Hus.
They shall not pour out to Yahweh—wine, neither shall they be pleasing to him, their sacrifices, are as the food of mourning to them, all that eat thereof, shall defile themselves, because, their food for their appetite, entereth not into the house of Yahweh.
5 Hvad ville I gøre paa Højtidsdagen og paa Herrens Festdag?
What will ye do, for the day of appointed meeting? and in the day of the festival of Yahweh?
6 Thi se, de gaa bort for Ødelæggelsen, Ægypten skal samle dem, Mof skal begrave dem; Nælder skulle arve deres yndige Ting af Sølv, Torne skulle vokse op i deres Telte.
For, though they have gone from destruction, yet, Egypt, shall gather them, Memphis, shall bury them, —as for their silver favorites! thistles, shall possess them, thorns in their tents.
7 Hjemsøgelsens Dage ere komne, Betalingens Dage ere komne, Israel skal fornemme det; en Daare er Profeten, en gal er Aandens Mand — for din store Misgernings og den heftige Efterstræbelses Skyld.
Come are the days of visitation, come are the days of recompense, Let Israel know! The prophet is foolish, the man of the spirit doth rave, because of the greatness of thine iniquity, therefore great is the prosecution.
8 Efraim ser sig om, foruden til min Gud; Profeten er en Fuglefængers Snare paa alle hans Veje, der er Efterstræbelser i hans Guds Hus.
The watchman of Ephraim, [should have been] with my God: As for the prophet, the snare of the fowler, is on all his ways, a prosecution [awaiteth him], in the house of his God.
9 De ere sunkne dybt i Fordærvelse som i Gibeas Dage; han skal ihukomme deres Misgerning, han skal hjemsøge deres Synder.
They have deeply corrupted themselves, like the days of Gibeah: he will call to mind their iniquity, he will punish their sins.
10 Jeg fandt Israel som Druer i Ørken, jeg saa eders Fædre som den tidlige Frugt paa Figentræet i dets første Tid; men de gik ind til Baal-Peor og viede sig til Skændsel, og de bleve en Vederstyggelighed ligesom deres Boler.
Like grapes in the desert, found I Israel, like the first-ripe in the fig-tree when it is young, saw I your fathers, —they, entered Baal-peor, and devoted themselves to the Shameful Thing, Then became their abominations like their lusts.
11 Efraims Herlighed skal bortflyve som en Fugl; ingen føder, og ingen bliver frugtsommelig, og ingen undfanger.
As for Ephraim! like a bird, did their glory, fly away, —no birth, and none with child, no conception.
12 Thi om de end opføde deres Børn, vil jeg dog berøve dem deres Børn, saa at intet Menneske bliver tilbage; thi ve dem selv, naar jeg viger fra dem!
Yea, though they rear their children, yet will I make them childless, till there be no human being, —for it is, nothing less than woe, to them when I depart from them!
13 Efraim er, som om jeg ser hen til Tyrus, plantet paa en Eng; men Efraim maa føre sine Børn ud til Manddraberen.
Ephraim! just as I provided for Tyre, was planted in a meadow, —yet, Ephraim, must needs bring forth for a murderer his children.
14 Giv dem, Herre! — ja, hvad skal du give? Giv dem ufrugtbart Moderliv og udtørrede Bryster.
Give them, O Yahweh—what wilt thou give? Give them, a miscarrying womb, and breasts dried up.
15 Al deres Ondskab er i Gilgal; thi der har jeg fattet Had til dem, for deres Idrætters Ondskabs Skyld vil jeg udstøde dem af mit Hus, jeg vil ikke blive ved at elske dem; alle deres Fyrster ere genstridige.
All their wickedness, is in Gilgal, yea, there, have I come to hate them, For the wickedness of their doings—out of my house, will I drive them forth, —no more will I love them, all their rulers, are unruly.
16 Ramt er Efraim, deres Rod er bleven tør, de skulle ikke bære Frugt; og om de end føde, vil jeg dog dræbe deres elskede Livsfrugt.
Smitten is Ephraim, their root, hath dried up, fruit, shall they not bear, —yea, though they do bring forth, yet will I slay the darlings of their womb.
17 Min Gud skal forkaste dem, thi de have ikke hørt ham, og de skulle vanke hid og did iblandt Hedningerne.
My God will reject them, because they hearkened not unto him, —that they may become wanderers throughout the nations.
