Hoseas 9
1 Israel, glæd dig ikke med Folkets jubel, ved Hor veg du bort fra din Gud, på hver en Tærskeplads elsker du Skøgens Løn.
Israel, don't rejoice! Don't celebrate like other nations! For you have practiced prostitution; you have loved a prostitute's wages on every threshing floor of grain.
2 Tærskeplads og Perse skal ej kendes ved dem, og Mosten slår fejl for dem.
Your threshing floors and winepresses will not feed you; the land will fail to produce your new wine.
3 Ej skal de blive i HERRENs Land; til Ægypten skal Efraim tilbage, spise uren Føde i Assur.
You will not stay in the Lord's land, instead Ephraim will return to Egypt, and will eat unclean food 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.
You won't pour out any drink offerings to the Lord. None of your sacrifices will please him. Your sacrifices will be like food eaten by a person in mourning—all who eat will be unclean. You will eat this food yourselves, but it will not enter the house of the Lord.
5 Hvad gør I på Højtidsdagen, på HERRENs Festdag?
What are you going to do on the days of your appointed religious feasts, on the days of the festivals of the Lord?
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.
Look, they have left because of the destruction: Egypt with gather them, and Memphis will bury them. They gain a “valued possession” for their silver. Weeds will possess them, and thorns will grow over their tents.
7 Hjemsøgelsens Dage kommer, Gengældelsens Dage, det skal Israel mærke. "Afsindig er Profeten, forrykt den af Ånden grebne" fordi din Brøde er stor og Fjendskabet stort!
The time of punishment has come; the day of retribution has arrived. Let Israel know! You say the prophet is a fool, the man of the Spirit is mad, because your sin and hostility is so great.
8 I sin Guds Hus lurer Efraim på Profeten; der er Snarer på alle hans Veje, man gør Faldgruben dyb.
The watchman over Ephraim is with my God, and a prophet is a birdcatcher's snare on all his ways. Hatred is in the house of his God
9 Det er som i Gibeas Dage, han mindes deres Skyld og straffer deres Synder.
for they have corrupted themselves so deeply, as in the time of Gibeah. He will remember their sin; he will punish their wickedness.
10 Som Druer i Ørkenen fandt jeg Israel, som tidligmodne Figner på Træet så jeg eders Fædre. De kom til Baal-Peor, til Skændselen viede de sig, som Efraims Elskere blev de en væmmelig Hob.
When I found Israel, it was like finding grapes in the desert. When I saw your forefathers it was like seeing early fruit on the fig tree. But when they came to Baal Peor, they gave themselves over to that shameful idol, becoming as filthy as the filthy thing they loved.
11 Deres Herlighed flyver som Fugle, Fødsel, Svangerskab, Undfangelse forbi!
Ephraim! Like a bird that flies away so shall your glory—no births, no pregnancies, no conceptions.
12 Ja, selv om de opfostrer Sønner, jeg lader dem dø ud uden Børn. Ja, ve også dem, når jeg viger fra dem!
Even if they bring up children, I will make sure they do not survive. What a disaster for you when I turn away from you!
13 Efraim så jeg som en Mand, der gør Jagt på sine Børn; thi Efraim selv fører Sønnerne ud til Bøddelen.
Ephraim! Just as I saw Tyre planted in a meadow, so too Ephraim will lead 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—well, Lord, what should you give them? Give them wombs that miscarry 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 of their evil began at Gilgal, and that's where I began to hate them. I will drive them out of my house because of their wickedness. I will love them no longer; all their leaders are rebels.
16 Efraim er ramt, dets Rod er vissen, de bærer slet ingen Frugt; og får de end Børn, jeg dræber den dyre Livsfrugt.
Ephraim, you are blighted, dried up from the roots. You shall bear no fruit. Even if you have children, I will slaughter your beloved offspring.
17 Deres Gud vil forkaste dem, fordi de ej adlød ham; hjemløse bliver de blandt Folkene.
My God will reject you because you have not listened to him, and you will become homeless wanderers among the nations.
