Hosea 7
1 When I woulde haue healed Israel, then the iniquitie of Ephraim was discouered, and the wickednesse of Samaria: for they haue dealt falsly: and the theefe commeth in, and the robber spoyleth without.
Chak fwa mwen fè lide geri moun Izrayèl yo, sa ki parèt devan je mwen se move ajisman pitit Efrayim yo, se mechanste moun Samari yo. Yonn ap bay lòt manti, se kase kay moun pou vòlò. Nan lari, yo fè bann pou yo piye moun.
2 And they consider not in their hearts, that I remember all their wickednes: now their owne inuentions haue beset them about: they are in my sight.
Men, yo pa janm mete nan tèt yo m'ap toujou chonje tou sa yo fè. Men, yo kanpe nan mitan tout mechanste yo la devan je mwen.
3 They make the King glad with their wickednesse, and the princes with their lies.
Nan mechanste yo, y'ap fè fèt pou wa a. Y'ap woule chèf yo, antan y'ap fè konplo.
4 They are all adulterers, and as a very ouen heated by ye baker, which ceaseth from raysing vp, and from kneading ye dough vntill it be leauened.
Se yon bann trèt yo ye. Yo pa kenbe pawòl yo. Yo tankou yon fou yo fin chofe byen chofe. Boulanje a fè yo sispann chofe fou a, l'ap tann pat li fin bat la leve anvan li anfounen l'.
5 This is the day of our King: the princes haue made him sicke with flagons of wine: he stretcheth out his hand to scorners.
Konsa, jou y'ap fè fèt pou wa a, chèf yo malad anba diven, wa a menm bay lanmen ak ipokrit yo.
6 For they haue made ready their heart like an ouen whiles they lie in waite: their baker sleepeth all the night: in the morning it burneth as a flame of fire.
Wi, lè y'ap fè konplo se tankou yon fou k'ap chofe. Tout lannwit, chalè a ap moute. Sa yo gen sou kè yo a ap kouve. Nan maten, bagay la pete tankou flanm dife.
7 They are all hote as an ouen, and haue deuoured their iudges: all their Kings are fallen: there is none among them that calleth vnto me.
Yo gen yon chalè k'ap soti sou yo, cho tankou yon fou byen chofe. Yo devore moun k'ap gouvènen yo. Wa yo tonbe yonn apre lòt. Pa gen yon moun ki rele m' mande sekou.
8 Ephraim hath mixt himselfe among the people. Ephraim is as a cake on the hearth not turned.
Moun Efrayim yo pa pi bon pase yon pen ki kwit yon sèl bò. Yo pèdi valè yo. Moun Efrayim yo melanje ak moun lòt nasyon ki toupatou bò kote yo.
9 Strangers haue deuoured his strength, and he knoweth it not: yea, gray heares are here and there vpon him, yet he knoweth not.
Moun lòt nasyon yo fin souse tout fòs yo. Yo menm yo pa konn sa. Yo gen tan fini, yo prèt pou mouri tankou vye granmoun cheve blan, yo pa menm wè sa.
10 And the pride of Israel testifieth to his face, and they doe not returne to the Lord their God, nor seeke him for all this.
Se awogans moun Izrayèl yo k'ap fè yo kondannen yo. Men, malgre tou sa ki rive yo, yo pa tounen vin jwenn mwen, mwen menm Seyè a, Bondye yo a. Yo pa chache kote m' ye.
11 Ephraim also is like a doue deceiued, without heart: they call to Egypt: they go to Asshur.
Moun Efrayim yo fin egare, yo tankou pijon ki pèdi bann yo, yo pa konn sa y'ap fè. Yon lè, se Lejip yo rele vin ede yo. Yon lòt lè, yo kouri al jwenn moun peyi Lasiri yo.
12 But when they shall go, I will spred my net vpon them, and drawe them downe as the foules of the heauen: I will chastice them as their congregation hath heard.
Men, antan yo prale konsa, mwen pare yon pèlen pou yo, mwen pran yo tankou zwazo k'ap vole nan syèl. M'ap pini yo pou mechanste yo fè yo.
13 Wo vnto them: for they haue fled away from me: destruction shalbe vnto them, because they haue transgressed against me: though I haue redeemed them, yet they haue spoken lyes against me.
Madichon pou yo! Yo kouri vire do ban mwen. Y'ap fini nèt. Yo pa kenbe pawòl yo ak mwen. Yo leve dèyè mwen. Mwen te vle sove yo, men y'ap fè manti sou mwen.
14 And they haue not cryed vnto me with their hearts, when they houled vpon their beds: they assembled themselues for corne, and wine, and they rebell against me.
Lè yo kouche sou kabann yo ap plenn, yo pa lapriyè m' ak tout kè yo. Lè yo bezwen farin ak diven, y'ap kòche kò yo ak kouto tankou moun lòt nasyon yo, yo trayi m'.
15 Though I haue boud and strengthened their arme, yet doe they imagine mischiefe against me.
Atout se mwen menm ki te mennen yo, ki te ba yo fòs, yo fè konplo sou mwen.
16 They returne, but not to the most high: they are like a deceitfull bowe: their princes shall fall by the sword, for the rage of their tongues: this shall be their derision in the land of Egypt.
Yo vire do ban mwen pou y' al dèyè lòt bondye. Yo tankou yon banza ki pa ka sèvi ankò. Chèf yo ap pale ak twòp awogans. Se poutèt sa, yo pral mouri nan lagè. Lè sa a, moun peyi Lejip yo pral pase yo nan kont rizib yo.
