Hosea 14
1 Israel, return to the LORD your God; for you have fallen because of your sin.
Israel, vend om til HERREN din Gud, thi du faldt ved din Brøde.
2 Take words with you, and return to the LORD. Tell him, “Forgive all our sins, and accept that which is good; so we offer bulls as we vowed of our lips.
Tag Angersord med og vend jer atter til HERREN; sig til ham: »Tilgiv al vor Brøde, vær naadig! Vi betaler med Læbernes Frugt.
3 Assyria can’t save us. We won’t ride on horses; neither will we say any more to the work of our hands, ‘Our gods!’ for in you the fatherless finds mercy.”
Vi vil ej søge Hjælp hos Assur, ej ride paa Stridshest, vi kalder ej mer vore Hænders Værk vor Gud; hos dig finder faderløs Medynk.«
4 “I will heal their waywardness. I will love them freely; for my anger is turned away from them.
Jeg læger deres Frafald, elsker dem frivilligt, min Vrede har vendt sig fra dem.
5 I will be like the dew to Israel. He will blossom like the lily, and send down his roots like Lebanon.
Jeg vil være Israel som Dug, han skal blomstre som Liljen, Rod skal han slaa som en Poppel
6 His branches will spread, and his beauty will be like the olive tree, and his fragrance like Lebanon.
og bugne af Skud, som et Olietræ staa i Pragt, som Libanon dufte.
7 Men will dwell in his shade. They will revive like the grain, and blossom like the vine. Their fragrance will be like the wine of Lebanon.
Atter skal de bo i min Skygge, Korn skal de avle, skyde som en Vinstok med Ry som Libanons Vin.
8 Ephraim, what have I to do any more with idols? I answer, and will take care of him. I am like a green cypress tree; from me your fruit is found.”
Hvad skal Efraim mere med Afguder? Jeg hører ham, ser ned til ham. Jeg er som en grøn Cypres, du faar din Frugt fra mig.
9 Who is wise, that he may understand these things? Who is prudent, that he may know them? For the ways of the LORD are right, and the righteous walk in them, but the rebellious stumble in them.
Hvem er saa viis, at han fatter det, saa klog, at han ved det? Thi rette er HERRENS Veje; retfærdige vandrer paa dem, men Syndere snubler paa dem.
