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 would heal Israel, then is the iniquity of Ephraim discovered, and the wickedness of Samaria; for they commit falsehood: and the thief entereth in, [and] the troop of robbers spoileth without.
2 no rĩrĩ, matimenyaga atĩ nĩndirikanaga ciĩko icio ciao njũru ciothe. Mehia mao nĩmamarigiicĩirie; makoragwo mbere yakwa hĩndĩ ciothe.
And they consider not in their hearts that I remember all their wickedness: now have their own doings beset them about; they are before my face.
3 “Makenagia mũthamaki na waganu wao, magakenia anene na maheeni mao.
They make the king glad 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.
They are all adulterers; they are as an oven heated by the baker; he ceaseth to stir [the fire], from the kneading of 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 the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine; he stretched out 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 have made ready their heart like an oven, whiles they lie in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth 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, and 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, he mixeth himself among the peoples; 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 have devoured his strength, and he knoweth [it] not: yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him, and he knoweth [it] not.
10 Mwĩtĩĩo wa Isiraeli nĩũrutaga ũira wa kũmũũkĩrĩra, no o na kũrĩ ũguo-rĩ, we ndacookagĩrĩra Jehova Ngai wake, kana akamũrongooria.
And the pride of Israel doth testify to his face: yet they have not returned unto the LORD their God, nor sought him, for 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 like a silly dove, without understanding: they call unto Egypt, they go to Assyria.
12 Rĩrĩa magaathiĩ-rĩ, nĩngaikia wabu yakwa igũrũ rĩao; nĩngamaharũrũkia ta nyoni cia rĩera-inĩ. Rĩrĩa ngaigua nĩmaracookanĩrĩra-rĩ, nĩngamanyiita.
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.
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 wandered from me; destruction unto them! for they have trespassed against me: though I would redeem them, yet they have spoken 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 have not cried unto me with their heart, but they howl upon their beds: they assemble themselves for corn and wine, they rebel against me.
15 Ndaamathomithirie na ngĩmekĩra hinya, no-o mathugundaga kũnjĩka ũũru.
Though I have taught and strengthened their arms, yet do they imagine mischief 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 return, but not to [him that is] on 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.
