Hosea 11
1 I loved Israel when he was a child. He's my son I called out of Egypt.
“Rĩrĩa Isiraeli aarĩ kaana-rĩ, nĩndamwendete, ngĩgĩĩta mũrũ ũcio wakwa oime bũrũri wa Misiri.
2 As they called them, so they went from them: they sacrificed to the Baals and offered incense to idols.
No o ũrĩa ndaakĩragĩrĩria gwĩta Isiraeli, noguo maakĩragĩrĩria kũnjũrĩra. Nao makĩrutĩra Baali magongona, na magĩcinĩra mĩhianano ũbumba.
3 I myself taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the hand, but they didn't realize I was the one who healed them.
Niĩ nĩ niĩ ndaarutire andũ a Efiraimu gwĩtwara na magũrũ, ndĩmanyiitĩte moko; no matiigana kũmenya atĩ nĩ niĩ ndamahonagia.
4 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.
Nĩndamatongoragia na mĩkanda ya ũtugi wa ũmũndũ, ngamaguucĩrĩria na mĩhĩndo ya wendo; ngĩmaruta icooki ngingo, na ngĩinamĩrĩra kũmahe irio.
5 However, because my people refuse to return to me, they will not return to the land of Egypt but Assyria shall be their king.
“Githĩ matigagĩcooka o kũu bũrũri wa Misiri, o na githĩ matigaathwo nĩ Ashuri, tondũ nĩmaregete kwĩrira, manjookerere?
6 War will sweep through their cities, putting an end to their boasting and destroying their plans.
Hiũ cia njora ikaahenũkaga matũũra-inĩ mao manene, ikaananga mĩgĩĩko ya ihingo ciao, na ikinyie mĩbango yao mũthia.
7 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.
Andũ akwa nĩmatuĩte itua maahuutatĩre. O na mangĩgaakaĩra Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno-rĩ, ndakamatũgĩria o na atĩa.
8 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.
“Ndahota atĩa gũgũtirika, wee Efiraimu? Ndahota atĩa gũkũrekereria, wee Isiraeli? Ndahota atĩa gũtũma ũtuĩke ta Adima? Ndahota atĩa gũgũtua ta Zeboimu? Ngoro yakwa nĩĩreganĩte na ũhoro ũcio, nacio tha ciakwa ciothe nĩciarahũkĩte.
9 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.
Ndikamũkinyĩria marakara makwa mahiũ, o na kana hũgũkĩre Efiraimu ndĩmũniine. Nĩgũkorwo niĩ nĩ niĩ Ngai, ndirĩ mũndũ, Ngai Ũrĩa Mũtheru gatagatĩ-inĩ kanyu. Ndigooka kũrĩ we ndĩ na mangʼũrĩ.
10 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.
Nĩmakarũmĩrĩra Jehova; nake nĩakararama ta mũrũũthi. Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa akaararama-rĩ, ciana ciake nĩigooka ikĩinainaga ciumĩte mwena wa ithũĩro.
11 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.
Igooka ikĩinainaga ta nyoni ikiuma bũrũri wa Misiri, na ta ndutura ikiuma bũrũri wa Ashuri. Nĩngatũma matũũre mĩciĩ-inĩ yao ene,” ũguo nĩguo Jehova ekuuga.
12 Ephraim surrounds me with lies and Israel with deceit, and Judah still wanders with some deity, faithful to some “Holy One.”
Efiraimu andigiicĩirie na maheeni, nyũmba ya Isiraeli ĩkandigiicĩria na kũheenania. Nake Juda akaremera Ngai, o na agookĩrĩra Ũrĩa Mũtheru mwĩhokeku.
