Hosea 11
1 When Israel was a child, then I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son.
“Isirayiri bwe yali omwana omuto, namwagala, era namuyita okuva mu Misiri.
2 The more the prophets called them, the more they went from them. They sacrificed to the Baalim, and burned incense to graven images.
Naye buli lwe nayongeranga okuyita Isirayiri, nabo gye beeyongeranga okusemberayo ne bawaayo ssaddaaka eri Babaali, ne bootereza ebifaananyi ebyole obubaane.
3 Yet I taught Ephraim to walk. I took them on my arms, but they did not know that I healed them.
Nze nayigiriza Efulayimu okutambula, nga mbakwata ku mukono; naye tebategeera nga nze nabawonya.
4 I drew them with cords of a man, with bands of love, and I was to them as those who lift up the yoke on their jaws. And I laid food before them.
Nabakulembera n’emiguwa egy’okusaasira okw’obuntu, n’ebisiba eby’okwagala. Naggya ekikoligo mu bulago bwabwe ne neetoowaza ne mbaliisa.
5 They shall not return into the land of Egypt, but the Assyrian shall be their king, because they refused to return to me.
“Tebaliddayo mu nsi ya Misiri, era Obwasuli tebulibafuga kubanga baagaana okwenenya?
6 And the sword shall fall upon their cities, and shall consume their bars, and devour them, because of their own counsels.
Ekitala kirimyansiza mu bibuga byabwe ne kizikiriza ebisiba ebya wankaaki waabwe, ne kikomya enteekateeka zaabwe.
7 And my people are bent on backsliding from me. Though they call them to him who is on high, none at all will exalt him.
Abantu bange bamaliridde okunvaako. Ne bwe banaakoowoola oyo Ali Waggulu Ennyo, taabagulumize.
8 How shall I give thee up, Ephraim? How shall I cast thee off, Israel? How shall I make thee as Admah? How shall I set thee as Zeboiim? My heart is turned within me. My compassions are kindled together.
“Nnyinza ntya okukuleka ggwe Efulayimu? Nnyinza ntya okukuwaayo ggwe Isirayiri? Nnyinza ntya okukufuula nga Aduma? Nnyinza ntya okukukola nga Zeboyimu? Omutima gwange gwekyusiza munda yange, Mpulira nkukwatiddwa ekisa kingi.
9 I will not execute the fierceness of my anger. I will not return to destroy Ephraim. For I am God, and not man, the Holy One in the midst of thee, and I will not come in wrath.
Siikole ng’obusungu bwange obungi bwe buli, so siridda kuzikiriza Efulayimu; kubanga siri muntu wabula ndi Katonda, Omutukuvu wakati mu mmwe: sirijja na busungu.
10 They shall walk after Jehovah, who will roar like a lion. For he will roar, and the sons shall come trembling from the west.
Baligoberera Mukama; era aliwuluguma ng’empologoma. Bw’aliwuluguma, abaana be balijja nga bakankana okuva ebugwanjuba.
11 They shall come trembling as a bird out of Egypt, and as a dove out of the land of Assyria. And I will make them to dwell in their houses, says Jehovah.
Balijja nga bakankana ng’ebinyonyi ebiva e Misiri, era ng’enjiibwa eziva mu Bwasuli. Ndibafuula abatuuze mu maka gaabwe,” bw’ayogera Mukama.
12 Ephraim encompasses me around with falsehood, and the house of Israel with deceit, but Judah yet rules with God, and is faithful with the Holy One.
Efulayimu aneebunguluzza obulimba, n’ennyumba ya Isirayiri eneebunguluzza obukuusa, ne Yuda ajeemedde Katonda, ajeemedde omwesigwa Omutukuvu.
