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.
Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, as other people: for thou hast played the harlot from thy God, thou hast loved a reward upon every threshingfloor.
2 Loen og Persen skulle ikke føde dem, og Mosten skal slaa dem fejl.
The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail in her.
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 LORD’S land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and they shall eat unclean things in Assyria.
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 offer wine offerings to the LORD, neither shall they be pleasing to him: their sacrifices shall be to them as the bread of mourners; all that eat of it shall be polluted: for their bread for their soul shall not come into the house of the LORD.
5 Hvad ville I gøre paa Højtidsdagen og paa Herrens Festdag?
What will ye do in the solemn day, and in the day of the feast of the LORD?
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, lo, they are gone because of destruction: Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them: the pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them: thorns shall be in their tabernacles.
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.
The days of punishment are come, the days of recompence are come; Israel shall know it: the prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, for the multitude of thy iniquity, and the great hatred.
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 was with my God: but the prophet is a snare of a fowler in all his ways, and hatred 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, as in the days of Gibeah: therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will judge 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.
I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the firstripe in the fig tree at her first time: but they went to Baalpeor, and separated themselves to that shame; and their abominations were according as they loved.
11 Efraims Herlighed skal bortflyve som en Fugl; ingen føder, og ingen bliver frugtsommelig, og ingen undfanger.
As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird, from the birth, and from the womb, and from the 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!
Though they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, that there shall not be a man left: yea, woe also 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, as I saw Tyre, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.
14 Giv dem, Herre! — ja, hvad skal du give? Giv dem ufrugtbart Moderliv og udtørrede Bryster.
Give them, O LORD: what wilt thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
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: for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of my house, I will love them no more: all their princes are revolters.
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.
Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even the beloved fruit 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 cast them away, because they did not hearken to him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.
