Hosiya 7
1 mgbe m chọrọ ịgwọ Izrel, mmehie Ifrem na-apụta ihe, a na-ekpughekwa arụ a na-eme na Sameria. Ha na-aghọ aghụghọ, ndị ohi na-akụwakwa ụlọ ndị mmadụ, ndị na-apụnara mmadụ ihe nọ nʼokporoụzọ.
When I would heal Israel, then the iniquity of Ephraim is uncovered, also the wickedness of Samaria; for they commit falsehood, and the thief enters in, and the gang of robbers ravages outside.
2 Ọ dịghị onye bi nʼime ha maara na m na-echeta mmehie ha niile. Ugbu a, mmehie ha agbaala ha gburugburu. Ana m ahụkwa ha niile.
They don’t consider in their hearts that I remember all their wickedness. Now their own deeds have engulfed them. They are before my face.
3 “Eze ha na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼihe ọjọọ ha; ụmụ eze na-achị ọchị nʼihi ụgha ha.
They make the king glad with their wickedness, and the princes with their lies.
4 Ha niile bụ ndị na-akwa iko; ha dị ka ite ọkụ ighe achịcha e mere ka ọ dị ọkụ, nke onye na-eghe achịcha na-adịghị akwanye nkụ, site na mgbe e bidoro ịgwakọ ụtụ ọka ahụ tutu ruo mgbe o koliri.
They are all adulterers. They are burning like an oven that the baker stops stirring, from the kneading of the dough, until it is leavened.
5 Nʼụbọchị mmemme nke eze anyị, ụmụ eze bụ ndị akpalịrị site na-ịṅụbiga mmanya oke, ya na ndị na-akwa emo jikọtara aka.
On the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine. He joined his hand with mockers.
6 Obi ha na-enwu ọkụ dịka ihe ighe achịcha, ha ji izu nzuzo na-abịakwute ya. Nʼabalị niile iwe ha na-ere nwayọọ ka ọkụ na-anyụ anyụ, nʼụtụtụ ihe ha gbatara nʼizu na-enwu dịka ọkụ.
For they have prepared their heart like an oven, while they lie in wait. Their anger smoulders all night. In the morning it burns as a flaming fire.
7 Ha niile dị ọkụ dịka ite ighe achịcha dị ọkụ. Ha na-eripịa ndị eze ha. Ndị eze ha niile na-ada, ma o nweghị onye nʼime ha na-akpọku m.
They are all hot as an oven, and devour their judges. All their kings have fallen. There is no one amongst them who calls to me.
8 “Ifrem na-agwakọta onwe ya nʼetiti ndị mba ọzọ. Ifrem dịkwa ka mbadamba achịcha a na-atụgharịghị atụgharị.
Ephraim mixes himself amongst the nations. Ephraim is a pancake not turned over.
9 Ndị mba ọzọ na-eripịa ike ha, ma ha adịghị aghọta ya. Isi awọ apụtala ha nʼisi, ma ya onwe ya amaghị na o si otu a dịrị.
Strangers have devoured his strength, and he doesn’t realise it. Indeed, grey hairs are here and there on him, and he doesn’t realise it.
10 Ịnya isi Izrel na-agba akaebe megide ya ma nʼagbanyeghị ihe ndị a ọ naghị alọghachikwute Onyenwe anyị bụ Chineke ya, maọbụ chọọ ya.
The pride of Israel testifies to his face; yet they haven’t returned to the LORD their God, nor sought him, for all this.
11 “Ifrem dịka nduru nke na-enweghị uche, nke onye ọbụla na-eduhie, ugbu a, ọ na-akpọku Ijipt, ma na-agbakwurukwa Asịrịa.
“Ephraim is like an easily deceived dove, without understanding. They call to Egypt. They go to Assyria.
12 Ma mgbe ha na-agbagharị, aga m ewere ụgbụ m jide ha, dọda ha nʼala dịka nnụnụ e jidere na mbara eluigwe. Aga m enye ha ahụhụ nʼihi njehie ha niile.
When they go, I will spread my net on them. I will bring them down like the birds of the sky. I will chastise them, as their congregation has heard.
13 Ahụhụ na-adịrị ha, nʼihi na ha ajụla m. Ha na-ala nʼiyi nʼihi na ha enupula isi ha megide m. Achọrọ m ka m gbapụta ha, ma ha na-agha ụgha megide m.
Woe to them! For they have wandered from me. Destruction to them! For they have trespassed against me. Though I would redeem them, yet they have spoken lies against me.
14 Ha ejighịkwa obi ha akpọku m, kama ha na-atụrụ onwe ha nʼelu ihe ndina ha, na-eti mkpu akwa. Mgbe ha na-arịọ arịrịọ maka mkpụrụ ubi na mmanya, ha na-egbukasị onwe ha ahụ, na-ewezugakwa onwe ha site nʼebe m nọ.
They haven’t cried to me with their heart, but they howl on their beds. They assemble themselves for grain and new wine. They turn away from me.
15 Enyerela m ha aka, mee ka ha dị ike, ma ha atụgharịala gbaa izu imegide m.
Though I have taught and strengthened their arms, yet they plot evil against me.
16 Ha adịghị ele anya enyemaka nʼaka Onye kachasị ihe niile elu. Ha dịka ụta rọgọrọ arọgọ, nke àkụ ya na-adịghị agbata ihe ọbụla. Ndị ndu ha ga-ada site na mma agha, nʼihi okwu ọjọọ si ha nʼọnụ na-apụta. Nʼihi nke a, a ga-eji ha mee ihe ọchị nʼala Ijipt.
They return, but not to the Most High. They are like a faulty bow. Their princes will fall by the sword for the rage of their tongue. This will be their derision in the land of Egypt.
