Hoseas 13
1 Naar Efraim talte, skjalv man, i Israel var han Fyrste, han forbrød sig med Ba'al og døde.
While Ephraim was speaking, a horror entered Israel, and he offended by Baal, and he died.
2 Nu bliver de ved at synde og laver sig støbte Guder, dannet som Billeder af Sølv, Arbejderes Værk til Hobe; de siger: »Til dem skal I ofre!« Mennesker kysser Kalve!
And now they add that they will be sinning more. And they have made themselves an image cast from their silver, just like the image of idols; but the whole thing has been made by craftsmen. These say to them, “Sacrifice men, you who adore calves.”
3 Derfor: som Morgentaage, som Duggen, der aarle svinder, som Avner, der blæses fra Lo, som Røg fra Røghul skal de blive.
For this reason, they will be like the morning clouds, and like the morning dew that passes away, just like the dust that is driven by a whirlwind away from the threshing floor, and like the smoke from a chimney.
4 Og jeg er HERREN din Gud, fra du var i Ægyptens Land; du kender ej Gud uden mig, uden mig er der ingen Frelser;
But I am the Lord your God from the land of Egypt, and you will not know God apart from me, and there is no Savior except me.
5 jeg var din Vogter i Ørken, den svidende Tørkes Land.
I knew you in the desert, in the land of solitude.
6 Som de græssede, aad de sig mætte, ja mætte, men Hjertet blev stolt; derfor glemte de mig.
According to their pastures, they have been filled up and have been satisfied. And they have lifted up their heart, and they have forgotten me.
7 Saa blev jeg for dem som en Løve, en lurende Panter ved Vejen,
And I will be to them like a lioness, like a leopard in the way of the Assyrians.
8 jeg falder over dem som Bjørnen, hvis Unger man tog. Jeg sønderriver dem Brystet, Hunde skal æde deraf, Markens Dyr flaa dem sønder.
I will run to meet them like a bear that has been robbed of her young, and I will split open the middle of their liver. And I will devour them there like a lion; the beast of the field will tear them apart.
9 Naar Ulykken kommer, Israel, hvor mon du da finder Hjælp?
Perdition is yours, Israel. Your help is only in me.
10 Hvor er da din Konge til Frelse for dig i alle dine Byer, Herskerne, om hvem du siger: »Giv mig dog Konge og Fyrster!«
Where is your king? Now, especially, let him save you in all your cities, and from your judges, about whom you said, “Give me kings and princes.”
11 Jeg giver dig Konge i Vrede og fjerner ham atter i Harme.
I will give you a king in my wrath, and I will take him away in my indignation.
12 Tilbundet er Efraims Brøde, hans Synd gemt hen.
The iniquity of Ephraim has been bound; his sin has been engulfed.
13 Hans Fødselsstunds Veer er der, men sært er Barnet, som ej kommer frem i Tide, saa Fødselen faar Ende.
The pains of giving birth will reach him. He is an unwise son. For now he will not remain firm during the contrition of his sons.
14 Dem skal jeg fri fra Dødsriget, løse fra Døden! Nej, Død, hvor er din Pest, Dødsrige, hvor er din Sot? Til Mildhed kender jeg ej, thi et sært Barn er han. (Sheol h7585)
I will free them from the hand of death; from death I will redeem them. Death, I will be your death. Hell, I will be your deadly wound. Consolation is hidden from my eyes. (Sheol h7585)
15 En Østenstorm, Herrens Aande, bruser frem fra Ørken, løfter sig, tørrer hans Væld, gør hans Kilde tør, den tager hans Skatkammer med alle dets Skatte.
For he will make a division among brothers. The Lord will bring a burning wind, rising up from the desert, and it will dry up his streams, and it will make his fountain desolate, and he will tear apart every collection of desirable useful things.
16 Samaria skal bøde, thi det stod sin Gud imod. For Sværd skal de falde, Børnene knuses, frugtsommelige Kvinders Liv rives op.
Let Samaria perish, because she has urged her God towards bitterness. Let them perish by the sword, let their little ones be thrown down, and let their pregnant women be cut in two.
