Hosea 11
1 When Israel was a child he was dear to me; and I took my son out of Egypt.
Ie mbe ni-ajaja t’Israele, le nikokoako vaho tinokako hiakats’ i Mitsraime i ana-dahikoy.
2 When I sent for them, then they went away from me; they made offerings to the Baals, burning perfumes to images.
Ie nikanjieko iereo àntsake te nihànkañe, nisoroñe amo Baaleo, vaho nañembok’ amo samposampoo.
3 But I was guiding Ephraim's footsteps; I took them up in my arms, but they were not conscious that I was ready to make them well.
Izaho ty nañoke i Efraime hitekeñe, rinambeko an-tañañe, fe tsy napota’iereo te izaho ty nampijangañe.
4 I made them come after me with the cords of a man, with the bands of love; I was to them as one who took the yoke from off their mouths, putting meat before them.
Tinariko an-tali’ondaty, am-bahem-pikokoañe, le nanahake ty mpañaka-joka an-kàto’ iareo raho vaho finahako mora.
5 He will go back to the land of Egypt and the Assyrian will be his king, because they would not come back to me.
Apoho himpoly mb’an-tane Mitsraime re, naho ho mpanjaka’e t’i Asore, amy t’ie mifoneñe tsy himpoly amako.
6 And the sword will go through his towns, wasting his children and causing destruction because of their evil designs.
Hininininike amo rova’eo i fibaray, handrotsake ty sakan-dala’e, naho hampibotseke, ty amy fikililia’iareo.
7 My people are given up to sinning against me; though their voice goes up on high, no one will be lifting them up.
Imanea’ ondatikoo ty hiola amako, ndra t’ie mikaike mb’ añ’Abo-Tia, leo raike tsy mañonjoñ’ Aze.
8 How may I give you up, O Ephraim? how may I be your saviour, O Israel? how may I make you like Admah? how may I do to you as I did to Zeboim? My heart is turned in me, it is soft with pity.
Akore ty hampipohako azo, ry Efraime? Akore ty hanolorako azo, ry Israele? Akore te hampanahafeko amy Admà? ndra t’ie hanoeñe hoe Tsibiìme? mikoretse ty an-troko ao, naho hene niviañeñe o fiferenaiñakoo.
9 I will not put into effect the heat of my wrath; I will not again send destruction on Ephraim; for I am God and not man, the Holy One among you; I will not put an end to you.
Tsy hafetsako ty hasiahan-kaviñerako, tsy hibalike mb’amy Efraime handrotsake; amy te Andrianañahare iraho, fa tsy ondaty; t’i Masiñe añivo’ areo ao; tsy ho pok’eo an-kabosehañe iraho.
10 They will go after the Lord; his cry will be like that of a lion; his cry will be loud, and the children will come from the west, shaking with fear;
Hañavelo am-pañorihañe Iehovà iereo; hitroñe manahake o lionao re; aa ie mitromoroñe, le hititititike boak’ ahandrefañ’añe ty ana’dahy maro.
11 Shaking with fear like a bird, they will come out of Egypt, like a dove out of the land of Assyria: and I will give them rest in their houses, says the Lord.
Hanahake o voroñeo ty hiborofota’ iareo boake Mitsraime añe, naho hoe deho hirik’ an-tane Asore añe; ie hapoko añ’anjomba’ iareo ao, hoe t’Iehovà.
12 The deceit of Ephraim and the false words of Israel are about me on every side. ...
Mañarikatoke ahy an-dañitse t’i Efraime, naho am-pamañahiañe ty anjomba’ Israele; Fa mbe mifehe aman’Añahare t’Iehoda, naho migahiñe amo raha miavakeo.
