Hoseas 11
1 Jeg fik Israel kær i hans Ungdom, fra Ægypten kaldte jeg min søn
I loved Israel when he was a child. He's my son I called out of Egypt.
2 Jo mer jeg kaldte dem, des mere fjerned de sig fra mig; de ofrer til Baalerne, tænder for Billederne Offerild,
As they called them, so they went from them: they sacrificed to the Baals and offered incense to idols.
3 Jeg lærte dog Efraim at gå og tog ham på Armen; de vidste ej, det var mig, der lægte dem.
I myself taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the hand, but they didn't realize I was the one who healed them.
4 Jeg drog dem med Menneskesnore, med Kærligheds Reb; jeg var dem som den, der løfter et Åg over Kæben, jeg bøjed mig ned til ham og rakte ham Føde.
I led them along with cords of kindness, with ropes of love. I was the one who eased their burden and bent down to feed them.
5 Han skal til Ægypten igen, have Assur til Konge, thi omvende sig vil de ikke.
However, because my people refuse to return to me, they will not return to the land of Egypt but Assyria shall be their king.
6 Sværdet skal rase i hans Byer, fortære hans Slåer og hærge i hans Fæstninger.
War will sweep through their cities, putting an end to their boasting and destroying their plans.
7 Mit Folk, det hælder til Frafald fra mig, og råber man til det: "Op, op!" står ingen op.
My people are hanging on to their apostasy from me. They call him “god on high” but he will not raise them up at all.
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 you up, Ephraim? How can I let you go, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart is breaking; I am full of compassion.
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 will not execute the fierceness of my anger, I will not destroy Ephraim again. For I am God, not a human being. I am the Holy One living among you. I will not enter your cities.
10 HERREN skal de holde sig til, han brøler som Løven, ja brøler, og bævende kommer Sønner fra Havet,
The people will follow me, the Lord. He will roar like a lion. When he roars like a lion then his children will come trembling from the west.
11 bævende som Fugle fra Ægypten, som Duer fra Assurs Land; jeg fører dem hjem til deres Huse lyder det fra HERREN.
Like a flock of frightened birds they will come from Egypt, like doves they will come from Assyria, and I will bring them back home, declares the Lord.
12 Efraim omgiver mig med løgn, hus med svig, Juda kender ej Gud med Skøger slår han sig sammen.
Ephraim surrounds me with lies and Israel with deceit, and Judah still wanders with some deity, faithful to some “Holy One.”
