Hosea 13
1 When Ephraim spoke, they were feared, for they were the leading tribe in Israel. But when they were guilty of Baal worship, they died.
Naar Efraim talte, skjalv man, i Israel var han Fyrste, han forbrød sig med Ba'al og døde.
2 Now they constantly sin, making for themselves idols from molten metal. All of these idols are skillfully made from silver by their craftsmen. “Offer sacrifices to these idols,” say the people. “Kiss the bull calf idols.”
Nu bliver de ved at synde og laver sig støbte Guder, dannet som Billeder af Sølv, Arbejderes Værk til Hobe; de siger: »Til dem skal I ofre!« Mennesker kysser Kalve!
3 Consequently they will be like the morning mist, like early morning dew, like chaff blowing away from the threshing floor, like smoke from a chimney.
Derfor: som Morgentaage, som Duggen, der aarle svinder, som Avner, der blæses fra Lo, som Røg fra Røghul skal de blive.
4 Yet I am the Lord your God who brought you out of the land of Egypt. You shall know no other gods but me. None can save you except me.
Og jeg er HERREN din Gud, fra du var i Ægyptens Land; du kender ej Gud uden mig, uden mig er der ingen Frelser;
5 I looked after you in the wilderness; in that dry desert land it was like pasture to them
jeg var din Vogter i Ørken, den svidende Tørkes Land.
6 and they were satisfied. But when they were satisfied they became arrogant, and they forgot me.
Som de græssede, aad de sig mætte, ja mætte, men Hjertet blev stolt; derfor glemte de mig.
7 So I will be like a lion to them, like a leopard I will lie in wait beside the path.
Saa blev jeg for dem som en Løve, en lurende Panter ved Vejen,
8 I will be like a mother bear whose cubs have been taken, I will rip out their hearts. I shall devour them like a lion, like a wild beast I will tear them apart.
jeg falder over dem som Bjørnen, hvis Unger man tog. Jeg sønderriver dem Brystet, Hunde skal æde deraf, Markens Dyr flaa dem sønder.
9 You have destroyed yourselves, Israel, for your only help is in me.
Naar Ulykken kommer, Israel, hvor mon du da finder Hjælp?
10 Where then is your king? Let him save you in all your cities! Where are your leaders who demanded a king and princes from me?
Hvor er da din Konge til Frelse for dig i alle dine Byer, Herskerne, om hvem du siger: »Giv mig dog Konge og Fyrster!«
11 In my anger I give you a king, and in my fury I take one.
Jeg giver dig Konge i Vrede og fjerner ham atter i Harme.
12 Ephraim's guilt is packed up; their sin will be eradicated.
Tilbundet er Efraims Brøde, hans Synd gemt hen.
13 The pain of childbirth has come to them, trying to give birth to a son who is not “wise” because he is not in the right position when the time comes.
Hans Fødselsstunds Veer er der, men sært er Barnet, som ej kommer frem i Tide, saa Fødselen faar Ende.
14 I shall redeem them from the power of Sheol; I shall deliver them from death. Where, death, are your plagues? Where, Sheol, is your destruction? Compassion is hidden from my sight. (Sheol h7585)
Dem skal jeg fri fra Dødsriget, løse fra Døden! Nej, Død, hvor er din Pest, Dødsrige, hvor er din Sot? Til Mildhed kender jeg ej, thi et sært Barn er han. (Sheol h7585)
15 Even though they flourish among the reeds, an east wind will come, a wind from the Lord that rises in the desert will dry up their springs and their wells will fail. It will rob from their treasury everything of value.
En Østenstorm, Herrens Aande, bruser frem fra Ørken, løfter sig, tørrer hans Væld, gør hans Kilde tør, den tager hans Skatkammer med alle dets Skatte.
16 Samaria will have to bear the consequences of their guilt, because they rebelled against her God. They will be slaughtered by the sword; their children will be dashed to the ground; their pregnant women will be ripped open.
Samaria skal bøde, thi det stod sin Gud imod. For Sværd skal de falde, Børnene knuses, frugtsommelige Kvinders Liv rives op.
