Hoseas 13
1 Naar Efraim talte, skjalv man, i Israel var han Fyrste, han forbrød sig med Ba'al og døde.
When Ephraim speaketh tremblingly, He hath been lifted up in Israel, When he becometh guilty in Baal he dieth.
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 do they add to sin, And make to them a molten image of their silver, By their own understanding — idols, A work of artisans — all of it, Of them they say, who [are] sacrificers among men, 'The calves let them kiss.'
3 Derfor: som Morgentaage, som Duggen, der aarle svinder, som Avner, der blæses fra Lo, som Røg fra Røghul skal de blive.
Therefore they are as a cloud of the morning, And as dew, rising early, going away, As chaff tossed about out of a floor, And as smoke out of a window.
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;
And I [am] Jehovah thy God from the land of Egypt, And a God besides Me thou dost not know, And a Saviour — there is none save Me.
5 jeg var din Vogter i Ørken, den svidende Tørkes Land.
I — I have known thee in a wilderness, In a land of droughts.
6 Som de græssede, aad de sig mætte, ja mætte, men Hjertet blev stolt; derfor glemte de mig.
According to their feedings they are satiated, They have been satiated, And their heart is lifted up, Therefore they have forgotten Me,
7 Saa blev jeg for dem som en Løve, en lurende Panter ved Vejen,
And I am to them as a lion, As a leopard by the way I look out.
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 do meet them as a bereaved bear, And I rend the enclosure of their heart.
9 Naar Ulykken kommer, Israel, hvor mon du da finder Hjælp?
And I consume them there as a lioness, A beast of the field doth rend them.
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!«
Thou hast destroyed thyself, O Israel, But in Me [is] thy help, Where [is] thy king now — And he doth save thee in all thy cities? And thy judges of whom thou didst say, 'Give to me a king and heads?'
11 Jeg giver dig Konge i Vrede og fjerner ham atter i Harme.
I give to thee a king in Mine anger, And I take away in My wrath.
12 Tilbundet er Efraims Brøde, hans Synd gemt hen.
Bound up [is] the iniquity of Ephraim, Hidden [is] his sin,
13 Hans Fødselsstunds Veer er der, men sært er Barnet, som ej kommer frem i Tide, saa Fødselen faar Ende.
Pangs of a travailing woman come to him, He [is] a son not wise, For he remaineth not the time for the breaking forth of 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)
From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where [is] thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine 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.
Though he among brethren produceth fruit, Come in doth an east wind, a wind of Jehovah, From a wilderness it is coming up, And it drieth up his fountain, And become dry doth his spring, It — it spoileth a treasure — every desirable vessel.
16 Samaria skal bøde, thi det stod sin Gud imod. For Sværd skal de falde, Børnene knuses, frugtsommelige Kvinders Liv rives op.
Become desolate doth Samaria, Because she hath rebelled against her God, By sword they do fall, Their sucklings are dashed in pieces, And its pregnant ones are ripped up!
