Hosea 9
1 “Do not rejoice, O Israel, do not be joyful like the peoples, For you have gone whoring from your God, You have loved a wage near all floors of grain.
Israel, glæd dig ikke med Folkenes Jubel, ved Hor veg du bort fra din Gud, paa hver en Tærskeplads elsker du Skøgens Løn.
2 Floor and winepress do not feed them, And new wine fails in her,
Tærskeplads og Perse skal ej kendes ved dem, og Mosten slaar fejl for dem.
3 They do not abide in the land of YHWH, And Ephraim has turned back [to] Egypt, And they eat an unclean thing in Asshur.
Ej skal de blive i HERRENS Land; til Ægypten skal Efraim tilbage, spise uren Føde i Assur.
4 They do not pour out wine to YHWH, Nor are they sweet to Him, Their sacrifices [are] as bread of mourners to them, All eating it are unclean: For their bread [is] for themselves, It does not come into the house of YHWH.
Ej skal de udgyde Vin for HERREN, ej heller gøre Slagtoffer rede. Som Sørgebrød er deres Brød, det gør hver, som spiser det, uren; thi Hungeren kræver alt Brødet, i HERRENS Hus kommer intet.
5 What do you do at the day appointed? And at the day of YHWH’s festival?
Hvad gør I paa Højtidsdagen, paa HERRENS Festdag?
6 For behold, they have gone because of destruction, Egypt gathers them, Moph buries them, The desirable things of their silver, Nettles possess them—a thorn [is] in their tents.
Slipper de bort fra Vold, skal Ægypten sanke dem op og Memfis jorde dem; deres kostbare Sølvtøj skal Tidsler arve, Nælder skal bo i deres Telte.
7 The days of inspection have come in, The days of repayment have come in, Israel knows! The prophet [is] a fool, Mad [is] the man of the spirit, Because of the abundance of your iniquity, And great [is] the hatred.
Hjemsøgelsens Dage kommer, Gengældelsens Dage, det skal Israel mærke. »Afsindig er Profeten, forrykt den af Aanden grebne« — fordi din Brøde er stor og Fjendskabet stort!
8 Ephraim is looking [away] from My God, The prophet! A snare of a fowler [is] over all his ways, Hatred [is] in the house of his God.
I sin Guds Hus lurer Efraim paa Profeten; der er Snarer paa alle hans Veje, man gør Faldgruben dyb.
9 They have gone deep—have done corruptly, As [in] the days of Gibeah, He remembers their iniquity, He inspects their sins.
Det er som i Gibeas Dage, han mindes deres Skyld og straffer deres Synder.
10 As grapes in a wilderness I found Israel, As the first-fruit in a fig tree, at its beginning, I have seen your fathers, They have gone in [to] Ba‘al-Peor, And are separated to a shameful thing, And have become abominable like their love.
Som Druer i Ørkenen fandt jeg Israel, som tidligmodne Figner paa Træet saa jeg eders Fædre. De kom til Ba'al-Peor, til Skændselen viede de sig, som Efraims Elskere blev de en væmmelig Hob.
11 Ephraim [is] as a bird, their glory flies away, without birth, and without womb, and without conception.
Deres Herlighed flyver som Fugle, Fødsel, Svangerskab, Undfangelse — forbi!
12 For though they nourish their sons, I have made them childless—without man, Surely also, woe to them when I turn aside from them.
Ja, selv om de opfostrer Sønner, jeg lader dem dø ud uden Børn. Ja, ve ogsaa dem, naar jeg viger fra dem!
13 Ephraim! When I have looked to the rock, Is planted in comeliness, And Ephraim [is] to bring out his sons to a slayer.
Efraim saa jeg som en Mand, der gør Jagt paa sine Børn; thi Efraim selv fører Sønnerne ud til Bøddelen.
14 Give to them, YHWH—what do You give? Give to them miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.
Giv dem, HERRE — ja hvad skal du give? Du give dem barnløst Skød og golde Bryster!
15 All their evil [is] in Gilgal, Surely there I have hated them, Because of the evil of their doings, Out of My house I drive them, I no longer love them, All their heads [are] apostates.
I Gilgal er al deres Ondskab, der fik jeg Had til dem; for deres onde Gerninger driver jeg dem ud af mit Hus; jeg elsker dem ikke mer, genstridige er alle deres Fyrster.
16 Ephraim has been struck, Their root has dried up, they do not yield fruit, Indeed, though they bring forth, I have put to death the desired of their womb.
Efraim er ramt, dets Rod er vissen, de bærer slet ingen Frugt; og faar de end Børn, jeg dræber den dyre Livsfrugt.
17 My God rejects them, Because they have not listened to Him, And they are wanderers among nations!”
Deres Gud vil forkaste dem, fordi de ej adlød ham; hjemløse bliver de blandt Folkene.
