Hosea 7
1 When I would have healed Israel, then the iniquity of Ephraim was disclosed, and the wickedness of Samaria: for they commit falsehood; and the thief cometh in, [and] the troop of robbers strippeth without.
mgbe m chọrọ ịgwọ Izrel, mmehie Ifrem na-apụta ihe, a na-ekpughekwa arụ a na-eme na Sameria. Ha na-aghọ aghụghọ, ndị ohi na-akụwakwa ụlọ ndị mmadụ, ndị na-apụnara mmadụ ihe nọ nʼokporoụzọ.
2 And they consider not in their hearts [that] I remember all their wickedness: now their own doings have beset them around; they are before my face.
Ọ dịghị onye bi nʼime ha maara na m na-echeta mmehie ha niile. Ugbu a, mmehie ha agbaala ha gburugburu. Ana m ahụkwa ha niile.
3 They make the king glad with their wickedness, and the princes with their lies.
“Eze ha na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼihe ọjọọ ha; ụmụ eze na-achị ọchị nʼihi ụgha ha.
4 They [are] all adulterers, as an oven heated by the baker, [who] ceaseth from raising after he hath kneaded the dough, until it is leavened.
Ha niile bụ ndị na-akwa iko; ha dị ka ite ọkụ ighe achịcha e mere ka ọ dị ọkụ, nke onye na-eghe achịcha na-adịghị akwanye nkụ, site na mgbe e bidoro ịgwakọ ụtụ ọka ahụ tutu ruo mgbe o koliri.
5 In the day of our king the princes have made [him] sick with bottles of wine; he stretched out his hand with scorners.
Nʼụbọchị mmemme nke eze anyị, ụmụ eze bụ ndị akpalịrị site na-ịṅụbiga mmanya oke, ya na ndị na-akwa emo jikọtara aka.
6 For they have made ready their heart like an oven, while they lie in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.
Obi ha na-enwu ọkụ dịka ihe ighe achịcha, ha ji izu nzuzo na-abịakwute ya. Nʼabalị niile iwe ha na-ere nwayọọ ka ọkụ na-anyụ anyụ, nʼụtụtụ ihe ha gbatara nʼizu na-enwu dịka ọkụ.
7 They are all hot as an oven, and have devoured their judges; all their kings are fallen: [there is] none among them that calleth to me.
Ha niile dị ọkụ dịka ite ighe achịcha dị ọkụ. Ha na-eripịa ndị eze ha. Ndị eze ha niile na-ada, ma o nweghị onye nʼime ha na-akpọku m.
8 Ephraim, he hath mixed himself among the people; Ephraim is a cake not turned.
“Ifrem na-agwakọta onwe ya nʼetiti ndị mba ọzọ. Ifrem dịkwa ka mbadamba achịcha a na-atụgharịghị atụgharị.
9 Strangers have devoured his strength, and he knoweth [it] not: yes, gray hairs are here and there upon him, yet he knoweth not.
Ndị mba ọzọ na-eripịa ike ha, ma ha adịghị aghọta ya. Isi awọ apụtala ha nʼisi, ma ya onwe ya amaghị na o si otu a dịrị.
10 And the pride of Israel testifieth to his face: and they do not return to the LORD their God, nor seek him for all this.
Ịnya isi Izrel na-agba akaebe megide ya ma nʼagbanyeghị ihe ndị a ọ naghị alọghachikwute Onyenwe anyị bụ Chineke ya, maọbụ chọọ ya.
11 Ephraim also is like a silly dove without heart: they call to Egypt, they go to Assyria.
“Ifrem dịka nduru nke na-enweghị uche, nke onye ọbụla na-eduhie, ugbu a, ọ na-akpọku Ijipt, ma na-agbakwurukwa Asịrịa.
12 When they shall go, I will spread my net upon them; I will bring them down as the fowls of the heaven; I will chastise them, as their congregation hath heard.
Ma mgbe ha na-agbagharị, aga m ewere ụgbụ m jide ha, dọda ha nʼala dịka nnụnụ e jidere na mbara eluigwe. Aga m enye ha ahụhụ nʼihi njehie ha niile.
13 Woe to them! for they have fled from me: destruction to them! because they have transgressed against me: though I have redeemed them, yet they have spoken lies against me.
Ahụhụ na-adịrị ha, nʼihi na ha ajụla m. Ha na-ala nʼiyi nʼihi na ha enupula isi ha megide m. Achọrọ m ka m gbapụta ha, ma ha na-agha ụgha megide m.
14 And they have not cried to me with their heart, when they howled upon their beds: they assemble themselves for corn and wine, [and] they rebel against me.
Ha ejighịkwa obi ha akpọku m, kama ha na-atụrụ onwe ha nʼelu ihe ndina ha, na-eti mkpu akwa. Mgbe ha na-arịọ arịrịọ maka mkpụrụ ubi na mmanya, ha na-egbukasị onwe ha ahụ, na-ewezugakwa onwe ha site nʼebe m nọ.
15 Though I have bound [and] strengthened their arms, yet do they imagine mischief against me.
Enyerela m ha aka, mee ka ha dị ike, ma ha atụgharịala gbaa izu imegide m.
16 They return, [but] not to the most High: they are like a deceitful bow: their princes shall fall by the sword for the rage of their tongue: this [shall be] their derision in the land of Egypt.
Ha adịghị ele anya enyemaka nʼaka Onye kachasị ihe niile elu. Ha dịka ụta rọgọrọ arọgọ, nke àkụ ya na-adịghị agbata ihe ọbụla. Ndị ndu ha ga-ada site na mma agha, nʼihi okwu ọjọọ si ha nʼọnụ na-apụta. Nʼihi nke a, a ga-eji ha mee ihe ọchị nʼala Ijipt.
