Hosea 7
1 Ie ho nanàha Israele iraho, le niafa-takoñe ty hakeo’ i Efraime, naho ty halò-tsere’ i Somerone; fa nitolom-pamañahiañe; mimoak’ ao ty mpikizo vaho mitavañe alafe eo ty malaso mpifañosoñe.
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 Toe tsy tsakoré’ iareo añ’arofo ao te hene tiahiko ty halò-tsere’ iareo; miarikoboñe iareo ty sata’ iareo, aolo’ ty tareheko eo.
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 Ampifalea’ iareo i mpanjakay amo sata-rati’ iareoo, naho o roandriañeo amo fandañira’eo.
With their wickedness they make the king glad, and with their lies the princes.
4 Fonga mpañarapilo manahake ty toñake finana’ i mpanoñakey ie tsy nasoro’e sikal’ami’ty fibokobokoan-kòba ampara’ ty fiboenara’e.
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 Tañ’ andro’ i mpanjakan-tikañey, nisilofe’ ty hamaen-divay o roandriañeo, ie nañoho-pitañe amo mpandrabioñeo.
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 Fa hinalankañe hoe toñake ty arofo’ iareo, ie mirekak’ avao te haleñe ie mirotse avao i mpanoñakey; le ie maraindray, miforehetse hoe afo milebaleba.
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 Manao hamaen-toñake iaby, fa finorototo’ iareo o mpizaka’eo; le fonga nihotrake o mpanjaka’eo; leo raike tsy mikanjy ahy.
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 Efraime: mpitraok’ amo ambahinio, hoe mokary tsy navalike t’i Efraime.
Ephraim mixeth himself indeed among the nations: Ephraim is a cake not turned.
9 Nabotse’ o ambahinio ty haozara’e, fe amoea’e; eka etia naho atia ama’e ty maròy foty, fe tsy rendre’e.
Strangers devour his strength, and he knoweth it not: yea, gray hairs are sprinkled about on his [head], yet he knoweth not.
10 Mitalily an-dahara’e ty fisengea’ Israele, fe mboe tsy nimpoly am’ Iehovà Andrianañahare’e, vaho mb’e mboe tsy mipay Aze iereo amy hoe zay iaby.
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 Manahake deho minè t’i Efraime, tsy mahafohiñe; koihe’ iereo ty Mitsraime vaho mionjomb’e Asore mb’eo.
And Ephraim is become like a silly dove without understanding: Egypt did they call hither, to Assyria did they go.
12 Handafihako harato iereo te mañavelo; ho tariheko mañambane manahake o voron-dikerañeo; ho liloveko iereo amy nitalilieñe amy fivori’ iareoy.
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 Hankàñe ama’e! fa nandripàke amako; firotsahañe am’ iereo fa niola amako! Ho nijebañeko f’ie nifosa vande.
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 Mboe tsy nitoreo amako boak’añ’arofo iereo, ndra t’ie mangolalaik’ am-pandreañ’ao; nifanontoñe ty amy ampembay naho i divay vaoy, fe iambohoa’ iareo iraho.
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 Ndra t’ie naòko, naho nampifatrareko o sira’ iareoo, mbe ikinia’ iareo haratiañe avao.
And I desired to instruct and to strengthen their arms; yet would they devise evil against me.
16 Nibalike iereo, fe tsy mañambone hoe fale am-pañahy; ho tsingoroem-pibara o roandria’eo ami’ty firengevoham-pamele’ iareo, izay ty ho fandrambioñañe iareo an-tane Mitsraime añe.
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.
