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, O Israel, Exult not, like the nations! For thou committest fornication, forsaking thy God! Thou lovest hire on every corn-floor.
2 Tærskeplads og Perse skal ej kendes ved dem, og Mosten slaar fejl for dem.
The floor and the vat shall not feed them, And the new wine shall deceive them.
3 Ej skal de blive i HERRENS Land; til Ægypten skal Efraim tilbage, spise uren Føde i Assur.
They shall not dwell in the land of Jehovah; To Egypt shall Ephraim go back, And eat unclean things in Assyria.
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, Nor shall their sacrifices please him; They shall be to them as the bread of mourners; All that eat thereof shall be polluted. Their bread shall be for their own hunger; It shall not come into the house of Jehovah.
5 Hvad gør I paa Højtidsdagen, paa HERRENS Festdag?
What will ye do in the festal day, 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 go forth from a wasted land; Egypt shall gather them; Memphis shall bury them; The precious places of their silver, Nettles shall possess them; Thorns shall spring up in their habitations.
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 retribution are come— Israel shall know that the prophet was foolish, That the man of the spirit was mad— For the greatness of` thy iniquity, and thy great hatred.
8 I sin Guds Hus lurer Efraim paa Profeten; der er Snarer paa alle hans Veje, man gør Faldgruben dyb.
If Ephraim seek an answer from my God, The prophet is as the snare of the fowler in all his ways, A net 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 requite 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 the early fruit on the fig-tree, at its first time of bearing, I saw your fathers. But they went to Baal Peor, And separated themselves to shame, And had abominable idols according to their love.
11 Deres Herlighed flyver som Fugle, Fødsel, Svangerskab, Undfangelse — forbi!
The glory of Ephraim shall fly away as a bird; They shall not bring forth, nor bear in the womb, nor conceive;
12 Ja, selv om de opfostrer Sønner, jeg lader dem dø ud uden Børn. Ja, ve ogsaa dem, naar jeg viger fra dem!
Yea, if they bring up children, I will utterly bereave them; Yea, woe to them when I depart from them!
13 Efraim saa jeg som en Mand, der gør Jagt paa sine Børn; thi Efraim selv fører Sønnerne ud til Bøddelen.
I have seen Ephraim planted, like Tyre, in a rich pasture, Yet shall Ephraim bring out his children to the murderer.
14 Giv dem, HERRE — ja hvad skal du give? Du give dem barnløst Skød og golde Bryster!
Give them, O Jehovah! What wilt thou give them? 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; Yea, there have I hated them for the wickedness of their doings; I will drive them from my house; I will love them no more; All their princes are revolters.
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 beget children, I will destroy the beloved fruit of the womb.
17 Deres Gud vil forkaste dem, fordi de ej adlød ham; hjemløse bliver de blandt Folkene.
My God shall cast them away, Because they have not hearkened to him, And they shall be wanderers among the nations.
