Hosea 11
1 “Ɛberɛ a Israel yɛ abɔfra no, na me dɔ no, na Misraim na mefrɛɛ me babarima firiiɛ.
When Israel was, a child, then I loved him, —and, out of Egypt, called I my son.
2 Nanso mpɛn dodoɔ a mefrɛɛ Israel no, saa ara na wɔdwane firii me nkyɛn. Wɔbɔɔ afɔdeɛ maa Baal ahoni, na wɔhyee nnuhwam maa nsɛsodeɛ.
They invited them, —at once, they departed from before me, they, to the Baals, sacrificed, and, to the images, offered incense.
3 Me na megyegyee Efraim taataa, meturu no wɔ mʼabasa so; nanso, wɔnkae sɛ me na mesaa wɔn yadeɛ.
Yet, I, had taught Ephraim to walk, I used to take them upon mine arms, —But they acknowledged not that I had healed them.
4 Mede ayamyɛ ahoma ne ɔdɔ dii wɔn anim; meyii kɔnnua no firii wɔn kɔn mu na mekoto maa wɔn aduane diiɛ.
With human cords, used I to draw them, with the bands of love, so became I unto them like those who remove the yoke [that was] on their jaws, —and, holding out [food] to him, I let him eat.
5 “Wɔbɛsane akɔ Misraim, na Asiria adi wɔn so, ɛsiane sɛ wɔannu wɔn ho enti.
He was not to turn back into the land of Egypt, Howbeit, the Assyrian—he, became his king, for they refused to turn.
6 Akofena bɛdi ahim wɔ wɔn kuropɔn mu na ɛbɛsɛe wɔn apono akyi adaban na wɔn nhyehyɛeɛ to bɛtwa.
Therefore shall the sword, rage, in his cities, and make an end of his multitudes, and consume them, —because of their counsels.
7 Me nkurɔfoɔ asi no pi sɛ wɔbɛtwe wɔn ho afiri me nkyɛn. Sɛ wosu frɛ Ɔsorosoroni no mpo a ɔrempagya wɔn ɛkwan biara so.
But, my people, are bent towards turning from me, though upwards they call them, none of them can lift them.
8 “Ɛbɛyɛ dɛn na mɛyi wo ama, Efraim? Ɛbɛyɛ dɛn ma mɛyi wo ama, Israel? Ɛbɛyɛ dɛn na mɛyɛ wo sɛ Adma? Ɛbɛyɛ dɛn na mɛyɛ wo sɛ Seboim? Mʼakoma asesa wɔ me mu; na mʼahummɔborɔ ahwanyane.
How can I give thee up, Ephraim? abandon thee Israel? How can I make thee as Admah? set thee as Zeboim? Mine own heart, turneth against me, at once, are kindled my compassions.
9 Merenyɛ mʼabufuhyeɛsoɔ adeɛ, ɛna merennane me ho ɛnsɛe Efraim nso. Meyɛ Onyankopɔn na mennyɛ onipa. Meyɛ Ɔkronkronni a ɔwɔ mu mu. Meremma wɔ abufuo mu.
I cannot execute the glow of mine anger, I cannot turn to destroy Ephraim, —for, GOD, am, I, and not man, When thou drawest near, [I am] a Holy One, though I do not enter a city.
10 Wɔbɛdi Awurade akyi. Ɔbɛbobɔ mu te sɛ gyata. Na sɛ ɔbobɔm a, ne mma de ahopopoɔ bɛfiri atɔeɛ aba.
After Yahweh, let them go, Like a lion, will he roar, —When, he, shall roar, then let sons, come trembling, out of the West.
11 Wɔde ahopopoɔ bɛba te sɛ nnomaa a wɔfiri Misraim te sɛ mmorɔnoma a wɔfiri Asiria. Mɛbɔ wɔn atenaseɛ wɔ wɔn afie mu,” sɛdeɛ Awurade seɛ nie.
Let them come trembling like a small bird out of Egypt, and like a dove out of the land of Assyria, —so will I cause them to dwell by their own houses, Declareth Yahweh.
12 Efraim de atorɔ atwa me ho ahyia, Israel efie nso wɔde nnaadaa. Yuda abɔ Onyankopɔn so ko mpo ɔde tia Ɔkronkronni nokwafoɔ no.
They have compassed me about—with denial, Ephraim, with deceit, the house of Israel, —but, Judah, hath, again and again, run riot with GOD, though, with the holy places, entrusted.
