Hosea 7
1 o rĩrĩa ndenda kũhonia Isiraeli-rĩ, mehia ma Efiraimu makonanio, nacio ngero cia Samaria ikaguũrio. Maaragia maũndũ ma maheeni, na aici magatua nyũmba, magatoonya, nacio njangiri igatunyana indo njĩra-inĩ;
when I heal Israel, Ephraim's sins will be exposed, together with the evil actions of Samaria. They deal in lies; they are thieves who break into homes and rob people on the outside.
2 no rĩrĩ, matimenyaga atĩ nĩndirikanaga ciĩko icio ciao njũru ciothe. Mehia mao nĩmamarigiicĩirie; makoragwo mbere yakwa hĩndĩ ciothe.
But they don't realize that I remember all of their wickedness. Their sins surround them and are always before me.
3 “Makenagia mũthamaki na waganu wao, magakenia anene na maheeni mao.
They make their king happy with their wickedness, and the princes with their lies.
4 Othe nĩ itharia, maakanaga ta riiko rĩa kũrugĩra mĩgate, rĩrĩa mũrugi wa mĩgate atabataragio nĩ gwakĩrĩria kuuma gũkanda mũtu nginya ũimbe.
All of them are adulterers, burning with lust like an oven whose fire stays hot, even though it is not tended by the baker, having left the dough to rise after kneading.
5 Mũthenya wa gĩathĩ kĩa mũthamaki witũ-rĩ, we na anene ake manyuuaga ndibei makarĩĩo, nake akanyiitana moko na arĩa manyũrũranagia.
On the king's birthday the princes drink so much they are sick, while he joins in with those who mock.
6 Ngoro ciao nĩ ta riiko rĩa kũrugĩra mĩgate; mathiiaga harĩ we marĩ na waara. Thuti ciao ciakanaga kahora ũtukũ wothe; nakuo gwakĩa rũciinĩ igaakana ta mwaki wa rũrĩrĩmbĩ.
Their minds are fired up like an oven; they go to him with their plots. All through the night their anger burns; in the morning it blazes out uncontrollably.
7 Othe mahiũhĩte ta riiko rĩa kũrugĩra mĩgate; moragaga aathani ao. Athamaki ao othe maniinagwo, na gũtirĩ o na ũmwe wao ũngayagĩra.
All of them are as hot as a burning oven, and they exhaust their leaders. All of their kings have fallen, and not one of them calls on me.
8 “Efiraimu nĩetukanĩtie na ndũrĩrĩ; Efiraimu nĩ mũgate ũtarĩ mũgarũre.
Ephraim mixes with the foreign nations; he is as useless as half-baked bread!
9 Andũ a kũngĩ marĩĩaga hinya wake, nowe ndamenyaga ũguo. Njuĩrĩ ciake irĩ na mbuĩ, nowe ndoonaga ũguo.
Foreigners drain his strength, and he doesn't even realize it. His hair is turning grey and he doesn't even notice.
10 Mwĩtĩĩo wa Isiraeli nĩũrutaga ũira wa kũmũũkĩrĩra, no o na kũrĩ ũguo-rĩ, we ndacookagĩrĩra Jehova Ngai wake, kana akamũrongooria.
Israel's pride testifies against him, but for all of this he still does not return to the Lord their God or look for him.
11 “Efiraimu ahaana ta ndutura, ĩrĩa ĩheenekaga narua, ĩtarĩ ũmenyo; rĩmwe akayagĩra bũrũri wa Misiri na rĩrĩa rĩngĩ agathiĩ Ashuri.
Ephraim is like a dove, foolish and without sense—calling to Egypt, then going to Assyria.
12 Rĩrĩa magaathiĩ-rĩ, nĩngaikia wabu yakwa igũrũ rĩao; nĩngamaharũrũkia ta nyoni cia rĩera-inĩ. Rĩrĩa ngaigua nĩmaracookanĩrĩra-rĩ, nĩngamanyiita.
When they go I will throw my net over them; I will bring them down like wild birds. When I hear them flocking together I will punish them.
13 Kaĩ marĩ na haaro-ĩ, tondũ nĩmandiganĩirie! Maroniinwo, tondũ nĩmanemeire! Niĩ nĩnyendaga kũmahonokia, no-o no igenyo manjigagĩrĩra.
What disaster is coming to them because they have strayed from me! Destruction is coming to them because they have rebelled against me! I wish I could redeem them, but they tell lies about me.
14 Matingayagĩra kuuma ngoro-inĩ ciao, no kũgirĩka magirĩkaga marĩ marĩrĩ-inĩ mao. Monganaga hamwe nĩ ũndũ wa ngano, na ndibei ya mũhihano, no niĩ makaahutatĩra.
They do not cry out to me with sincere minds; instead they lie on their beds howling. They assemble together and gash themselves to gain grain and new wine, but they turn away from me.
15 Ndaamathomithirie na ngĩmekĩra hinya, no-o mathugundaga kũnjĩka ũũru.
I myself trained them and made them strong, but now they plot evil against me.
16 Maticookagĩrĩra Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno; mahaana ta ũta ũrĩa ũhĩtagia wathi. Atongoria ao makooragwo na rũhiũ rwa njora, nĩ ũndũ wa ciugo ciao cia rũtũrĩko. Nĩ ũndũ wa ũguo nĩmakanyũrũrio kũu bũrũri wa Misiri.
They turn, but not to the Most High; they are like a useless bow. Their leaders will be killed by the sword because of their cursing. Because of this they will be ridiculed in Egypt.
