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;
Should I desire to heal Israel, then would the iniquity of Ephraim and the wickedness of Samaria be laid open; for they commit falsehood; and the thief entereth [secretly], and the troop of robbers is spread abroad without.
2 no rĩrĩ, matimenyaga atĩ nĩndirikanaga ciĩko icio ciao njũru ciothe. Mehia mao nĩmamarigiicĩirie; makoragwo mbere yakwa hĩndĩ ciothe.
And they never think in their own heart that I remember all their wickedness: though now their own doings are all round about them; before my face are they present.
3 “Makenagia mũthamaki na waganu wao, magakenia anene na maheeni mao.
With their wickedness they make the king glad, and with their lies the princes.
4 Othe nĩ itharia, maakanaga ta riiko rĩa kũrugĩra mĩgate, rĩrĩa mũrugi wa mĩgate atabataragio nĩ gwakĩrĩria kuuma gũkanda mũtu nginya ũimbe.
They are all adulterers, as an oven well heated by the baker: [when] he that stirreth [the fire] resteth awhile from kneading the dough, until it be leavened.
5 Mũthenya wa gĩathĩ kĩa mũthamaki witũ-rĩ, we na anene ake manyuuaga ndibei makarĩĩo, nake akanyiitana moko na arĩa manyũrũranagia.
On the day of our king's [entering on his rule] the princes are made sick with the fumes of wine: [the king] joineth his hand with scorners.
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.
For they make ready their heart for their tricky deeds, like the oven, the baker whereof sleepeth all the night, while in the morning it gloweth as a flaming fire.
7 Othe mahiũhĩte ta riiko rĩa kũrugĩra mĩgate; moragaga aathani ao. Athamaki ao othe maniinagwo, na gũtirĩ o na ũmwe wao ũngayagĩra.
They are all hot as an oven, they devour their judges; all their kings are fallen: there is none among them that calleth unto me.
8 “Efiraimu nĩetukanĩtie na ndũrĩrĩ; Efiraimu nĩ mũgate ũtarĩ mũgarũre.
Ephraim mixeth himself indeed among the nations: Ephraim is a cake not turned.
9 Andũ a kũngĩ marĩĩaga hinya wake, nowe ndamenyaga ũguo. Njuĩrĩ ciake irĩ na mbuĩ, nowe ndoonaga ũguo.
Strangers devour his strength, and he knoweth it not: yea, gray hairs are sprinkled about on his [head], yet he knoweth not.
10 Mwĩtĩĩo wa Isiraeli nĩũrutaga ũira wa kũmũũkĩrĩra, no o na kũrĩ ũguo-rĩ, we ndacookagĩrĩra Jehova Ngai wake, kana akamũrongooria.
And humbled was the pride of Israel before his own face; but they did not return to the Lord their God, and sought him not, notwithstanding all this.
11 “Efiraimu ahaana ta ndutura, ĩrĩa ĩheenekaga narua, ĩtarĩ ũmenyo; rĩmwe akayagĩra bũrũri wa Misiri na rĩrĩa rĩngĩ agathiĩ Ashuri.
And Ephraim is become like a silly dove without understanding: Egypt did they call hither, to Assyria did they go.
12 Rĩrĩa magaathiĩ-rĩ, nĩngaikia wabu yakwa igũrũ rĩao; nĩngamaharũrũkia ta nyoni cia rĩera-inĩ. Rĩrĩa ngaigua nĩmaracookanĩrĩra-rĩ, nĩngamanyiita.
As they go, so will I spread out my net over them; as the fowls of the heaven will I bring them down: I will chastise them, as it hath been announced to their congregation.
13 Kaĩ marĩ na haaro-ĩ, tondũ nĩmandiganĩirie! Maroniinwo, tondũ nĩmanemeire! Niĩ nĩnyendaga kũmahonokia, no-o no igenyo manjigagĩrĩra.
Woe unto them! for they have fled from me; destruction shall come unto them, because they have transgressed against me: though I desired to redeem them, they yet spoke lies against 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.
And they cried not unto me with their heart, when they howled upon their beds: for corn and new wine they assemble themselves, and they rebel against me.
15 Ndaamathomithirie na ngĩmekĩra hinya, no-o mathugundaga kũnjĩka ũũru.
And I desired to instruct and to strengthen their arms; yet would they devise 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 never return upward: they are like a deceitful bow: by the sword shall their princes fall because of the rage of their tongue; this shall be their derision in the land of Egypt.
