Hosea 9
1 Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, as other people: for you have gone a whoring from your God, you have loved a reward on every corn floor.
Glæd dig ikke, Israel! indtil Jubel, som Folkene; thi du har bedrevet Hor og vendt dig fra din Gud, du har elsket Bolerlønnen paa alle Kornloer.
2 The floor and the wine press shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail in her.
Loen og Persen skulle ikke føde dem, og Mosten skal slaa dem fejl.
3 They shall not dwell in the LORD’s land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and they shall eat unclean things in Assyria.
De skulle ikke blive boende i Herrens Land; men Efraim skal komme tilbage til Ægypten, og i Assyrien skulle de æde, hvad der er urent.
4 They shall not offer wine offerings to the LORD, neither shall they be pleasing to him: their sacrifices shall be to them as the bread of mourners; all that eat thereof shall be polluted: for their bread for their soul shall not come into the house of the LORD.
De skulle ikke udøse Vin til Drikoffer for Herren, og deres Slagtofre skulle ikke behage ham; deres Brød er som Sorgens Brød, alle, som æde det, skulle blive urene; thi deres Brød er for deres egen Trang, det kommer ikke i Herrens Hus.
5 What will you do in the solemn day, and in the day of the feast of the LORD?
Hvad ville I gøre paa Højtidsdagen og paa Herrens Festdag?
6 For, see, they are gone because of destruction: Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them: the pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them: thorns shall be in their tabernacles.
Thi se, de gaa bort for Ødelæggelsen, Ægypten skal samle dem, Mof skal begrave dem; Nælder skulle arve deres yndige Ting af Sølv, Torne skulle vokse op i deres Telte.
7 The days of visitation are come, the days of recompense are come; Israel shall know it: the prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad, for the multitude of your iniquity, and the great hatred.
Hjemsøgelsens Dage ere komne, Betalingens Dage ere komne, Israel skal fornemme det; en Daare er Profeten, en gal er Aandens Mand — for din store Misgernings og den heftige Efterstræbelses Skyld.
8 The watchman of Ephraim was with my God: but the prophet is a snare of a fowler in all his ways, and hatred in the house of his God.
Efraim ser sig om, foruden til min Gud; Profeten er en Fuglefængers Snare paa alle hans Veje, der er Efterstræbelser i hans Guds Hus.
9 They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: therefore he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.
De ere sunkne dybt i Fordærvelse som i Gibeas Dage; han skal ihukomme deres Misgerning, han skal hjemsøge deres Synder.
10 I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the first ripe in the fig tree at her first time: but they went to Baalpeor, and separated themselves to that shame; and their abominations were according as they loved.
Jeg fandt Israel som Druer i Ørken, jeg saa eders Fædre som den tidlige Frugt paa Figentræet i dets første Tid; men de gik ind til Baal-Peor og viede sig til Skændsel, og de bleve en Vederstyggelighed ligesom deres Boler.
11 As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird, from the birth, and from the womb, and from the conception.
Efraims Herlighed skal bortflyve som en Fugl; ingen føder, og ingen bliver frugtsommelig, og ingen undfanger.
12 Though they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, that there shall not be a man left: yes, woe also to them when I depart from them!
Thi om de end opføde deres Børn, vil jeg dog berøve dem deres Børn, saa at intet Menneske bliver tilbage; thi ve dem selv, naar jeg viger fra dem!
13 Ephraim, as I saw Tyrus, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall bring forth his children to the murderer.
Efraim er, som om jeg ser hen til Tyrus, plantet paa en Eng; men Efraim maa føre sine Børn ud til Manddraberen.
14 Give them, O LORD: what will you give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
Giv dem, Herre! — ja, hvad skal du give? Giv dem ufrugtbart Moderliv og udtørrede Bryster.
15 All their wickedness is in Gilgal: for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of my house, I will love them no more: all their princes are rebels.
Al deres Ondskab er i Gilgal; thi der har jeg fattet Had til dem, for deres Idrætters Ondskabs Skyld vil jeg udstøde dem af mit Hus, jeg vil ikke blive ved at elske dem; alle deres Fyrster ere genstridige.
16 Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yes, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb.
Ramt er Efraim, deres Rod er bleven tør, de skulle ikke bære Frugt; og om de end føde, vil jeg dog dræbe deres elskede Livsfrugt.
17 My God will cast them away, because they did not listen to him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.
Min Gud skal forkaste dem, thi de have ikke hørt ham, og de skulle vanke hid og did iblandt Hedningerne.
