Hoseas 9

1 Israel, glæd dig ikke med Folkenes Jubel, ved Hor veg du bort fra din Gud, paa hver en Tærskeplads elsker du Skøgens Løn.

Rejoice not, Israel, exultingly, as the peoples; for thou hast gone a whoring from thy God, thou hast loved harlot's hire upon every corn-floor.

2 Tærskeplads og Perse skal ej kendes ved dem, og Mosten slaar fejl for dem.

The floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail her.

3 Ej skal de blive i HERRENS Land; til Ægypten skal Efraim tilbage, spise uren Føde i Assur.

They shall not dwell in Jehovah's land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and in Assyria shall they eat that which is unclean.

4 Ej skal de udgyde Vin for HERREN, ej heller gøre Slagtoffer rede. Som Sørgebrød er deres Brød, det gør hver, som spiser det, uren; thi Hungeren kræver alt Brødet, i HERRENS Hus kommer intet.

They shall pour out no [offerings of] wine to Jehovah, neither shall their sacrifices be pleasing unto him: they shall be unto them as the bread of mourners; all that eat thereof shall be defiled: for their bread shall be for themselves; it shall not come into the house of Jehovah.

5 Hvad gør I paa Højtidsdagen, paa HERRENS Festdag?

What will ye do in the day of assembly, and in the day of the feast of Jehovah?

6 Slipper de bort fra Vold, skal Ægypten sanke dem op og Memfis jorde dem; deres kostbare Sølvtøj skal Tidsler arve, Nælder skal bo i deres Telte.

For behold, they are gone away because of destruction: Egypt shall gather them up, Moph shall bury them: their pleasant things of silver, nettles shall possess them; thorns shall be in their tents.

7 Hjemsøgelsens Dage kommer, Gengældelsens Dage, det skal Israel mærke. »Afsindig er Profeten, forrykt den af Aanden grebne« — fordi din Brøde er stor og Fjendskabet stort!

The days of visitation are come; the days of recompence are come: Israel shall know [it]: the prophet is a fool, the inspired man is mad, because of the greatness of thine iniquity, and the great enmity.

8 I sin Guds Hus lurer Efraim paa Profeten; der er Snarer paa alle hans Veje, man gør Faldgruben dyb.

Is Ephraim a watchman with my God? [nay] the prophet is a fowler's snare on all his ways, enmity in the house of his God.

9 Det er som i Gibeas Dage, han mindes deres Skyld og straffer deres Synder.

They have deeply corrupted themselves as in the days of Gibeah. He will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.

10 Som Druer i Ørkenen fandt jeg Israel, som tidligmodne Figner paa Træet saa jeg eders Fædre. De kom til Ba'al-Peor, til Skændselen viede de sig, som Efraims Elskere blev de en væmmelig Hob.

I found Israel as grapes in the wilderness; as first-ripe fruit on the fig-tree, I saw your fathers at the beginning: they went to Baal-Peor, and separated themselves unto that shame, and became abominations like their lover.

11 Deres Herlighed flyver som Fugle, Fødsel, Svangerskab, Undfangelse — forbi!

As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away as a bird, — no birth, no pregnancy, no conception!

12 Ja, selv om de opfostrer Sønner, jeg lader dem dø ud uden Børn. Ja, ve ogsaa dem, naar jeg viger fra dem!

For even should they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, [that] not a man [remain]: for woe also to them when I shall have departed from them!

13 Efraim saa jeg som en Mand, der gør Jagt paa sine Børn; thi Efraim selv fører Sønnerne ud til Bøddelen.

Ephraim, as I saw [him], was a Tyre planted in a beautiful place; but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the slayer.

14 Giv dem, HERRE — ja hvad skal du give? Du give dem barnløst Skød og golde Bryster!

Give them, Jehovah — what wilt thou give? — give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.

15 I Gilgal er al deres Ondskab, der fik jeg Had til dem; for deres onde Gerninger driver jeg dem ud af mit Hus; jeg elsker dem ikke mer, genstridige er alle deres Fyrster.

All their wickedness is in Gilgal; for there I hated them: because of the wickedness of their doings, I will drive them out of my house, I will love them no more: all their princes are rebellious.

16 Efraim er ramt, dets Rod er vissen, de bærer slet ingen Frugt; og faar de end Børn, jeg dræber den dyre Livsfrugt.

Ephraim is smitten: their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit; yea, though they should bring forth, yet will I slay the beloved [fruit] of their womb.

17 Deres Gud vil forkaste dem, fordi de ej adlød ham; hjemløse bliver de blandt Folkene.

My God hath rejected them, because they hearkened not unto him; and they shall be wanderers among the nations.