Hoseas 11
1 Jeg fik Israel kær i hans Ungdom, fra Ægypten kaldte jeg min Søn.
When Israel was, a child, then I loved him, —and, out of Egypt, called I my son.
2 Jo mer jeg kaldte dem, des mere fjerned de sig fra mig; de ofrer til Ba'alerne, tænder for Billederne Offerild.
They invited them, —at once, they departed from before me, they, to the Baals, sacrificed, and, to the images, offered incense.
3 Jeg lærte dog Efraim at gaa og tog ham paa Armen; de vidste ej, det var mig, der lægte dem.
Yet, I, had taught Ephraim to walk, I used to take them upon mine arms, —But they acknowledged not that I had healed them.
4 Jeg drog dem med Menneskesnore, med Kærligheds Reb; jeg var dem som den, der løfter et Aag over Kæben, jeg bøjed mig ned til ham og rakte ham Føde.
With human cords, used I to draw them, with the bands of love, so became I unto them like those who remove the yoke [that was] on their jaws, —and, holding out [food] to him, I let him eat.
5 Han skal til Ægypten igen, have Assur til Konge, thi omvende sig vil de ikke.
He was not to turn back into the land of Egypt, Howbeit, the Assyrian—he, became his king, for they refused to turn.
6 Sværdet skal rase i hans Byer, fortære hans Slaaer og hærge i hans Fæstninger.
Therefore shall the sword, rage, in his cities, and make an end of his multitudes, and consume them, —because of their counsels.
7 Mit Folk, det hælder til Frafald fra mig, og raaber man til det: »Op, op!« — staar ingen op.
But, my people, are bent towards turning from me, though upwards they call them, none of them can lift them.
8 Hvor kan jeg ofre dig, Efraim, lade dig, Israel, fare, ofre dig ligesom Adma, gøre dig som Zebojim? Mit Hjerte vender sig i mig, al min Medynk er vakt.
How can I give thee up, Ephraim? abandon thee Israel? How can I make thee as Admah? set thee as Zeboim? Mine own heart, turneth against me, at once, are kindled my compassions.
9 Jeg fuldbyrder ikke min Harmglød, gør ej Efraim til intet igen. Thi Gud er jeg, ikke et Menneske, hellig udi din Midte, med Vredesglød kommer jeg ikke.
I cannot execute the glow of mine anger, I cannot turn to destroy Ephraim, —for, GOD, am, I, and not man, When thou drawest near, [I am] a Holy One, though I do not enter a city.
10 HERREN skal de holde sig til, han brøler som Løven, ja brøler, og bævende kommer Sønner fra Havet,
After Yahweh, let them go, Like a lion, will he roar, —When, he, shall roar, then let sons, come trembling, out of the West.
11 bævende som Fugle fra Ægypten, som Duer fra Assurs Land; jeg fører dem hjem til deres Huse, lyder det fra HERREN.
Let them come trembling like a small bird out of Egypt, and like a dove out of the land of Assyria, —so will I cause them to dwell by their own houses, Declareth Yahweh.
12 Efraim omgiver mig med Løgn, Israels Hus med svig, Juda kender ej Gud, med Skøger slaar han sig sammen.
They have compassed me about—with denial, Ephraim, with deceit, the house of Israel, —but, Judah, hath, again and again, run riot with GOD, though, with the holy places, entrusted.
