Hosea 9
1 'Rejoice not, O Israel, be not joyful like the peoples, For thou hast gone a-whoring from thy God, Thou hast loved a gift near all floors of corn.
Israel, glæd dig ikke med Folkets jubel, ved Hor veg du bort fra din Gud, på hver en Tærskeplads elsker du Skøgens Løn.
2 Floor and wine-press do not delight them, And new wine doth fail in her,
Tærskeplads og Perse skal ej kendes ved dem, og Mosten slår fejl for dem.
3 They do not abide in the land of Jehovah, And turned back hath Ephraim [to] Egypt, And in Asshur an unclean thing they eat.
Ej skal de blive i HERRENs Land; til Ægypten skal Efraim tilbage, spise uren Føde i Assur.
4 They pour not out wine to Jehovah, 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 doth not come into the house of Jehovah.
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 ye at the day appointed? And at the day of Jehovah's festival?
Hvad gør I på Højtidsdagen, på HERRENs Festdag?
6 For, lo, they have gone because of destruction, Egypt gathereth them, Moph burieth 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 Come in have the days of inspection, Come in have the days of recompence, Israel doth know! a fool [is] the prophet, Mad [is] the man of the Spirit, Because of the abundance of thine iniquity, And great [is] the hatred.
Hjemsøgelsens Dage kommer, Gengældelsens Dage, det skal Israel mærke. "Afsindig er Profeten, forrykt den af Ånden 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 på Profeten; der er Snarer på alle hans Veje, man gør Faldgruben dyb.
9 They have gone deep — have done corruptly, As [in] the days of Gibeah, He doth remember their iniquity, He doth inspect 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 — they have gone in [to] Baal-Peor, And are separated to a shameful thing, And are become abominable like their love.
Som Druer i Ørkenen fandt jeg Israel, som tidligmodne Figner på Træet så jeg eders Fædre. De kom til Baal-Peor, til Skændselen viede de sig, som Efraims Elskere blev de en væmmelig Hob.
11 Ephraim [is] as a fowl, Fly away doth their honour, 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 også dem, når jeg viger fra dem!
13 Ephraim! when I have looked to the rock, Is planted in comeliness, And Ephraim [is] to bring out unto a slayer his sons.
Efraim så jeg som en Mand, der gør Jagt på sine Børn; thi Efraim selv fører Sønnerne ud til Bøddelen.
14 Give to them, Jehovah — what dost Thou 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 do drive them, I add not to 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 hath been smitten, Their root hath dried up, fruit they yield not, Yea, 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 får de end Børn, jeg dræber den dyre Livsfrugt.
17 Reject them doth my God, Because they have not hearkened to Him, And they are wanderers among nations!
Deres Gud vil forkaste dem, fordi de ej adlød ham; hjemløse bliver de blandt Folkene.
