Hoseas 13
1 Når Efraim talte, skjalv man, i Israel var han fyrste, han forbrød sig med Ba'alog døde.
When Ephraim used to speak there was trembling; a prince was he in Israel. But he incurred guilt through Baal and died.
2 Nu bliver de ved at synde og laver sig støbte Guder, dannet som Billeder af Sølv, Arbejderes Værk til Hobe; de siger: "Til dem skal I ofre!" Mennesker kysser Kalve!
And now they go on sinning. They make for themselves molten gods – idols of silver, skilfully made, wholly the work of smiths. Yet to such they sacrifice! And they who sacrifice kiss calf idols!
3 Derfor: som Morgentåge, som Duggen, der årle svinder, som Avner, der blæses fra Lo, som Røg fra Røghul skal de blive.
Therefore they shall be like the morning mist, like the dew that early disappears, like the chaff which blows away from the threshing floor, like the smoke from the window.
4 Og jeg er HERREN din Gud, fra du var i Ægyptens Land; du kender ej Gud uden mig, uden mig er der ingen Frelser;
Yet it was I, the Lord your God, ever since the land of Egypt, you know no other god but me, nor has there been any saviour except me.
5 jeg var din Vogter i Ørken, den svidende Tørkes Land.
It was I who shepherded you in the wilderness, in the land of burning heat.
6 Som de græssede, åd de sig mætte, ja mætte, men Hjertet blev stolt; derfor glemte de mig.
When they were pastured they became full, when they were full their hearts became proud. Therefore they forgot me!
7 Så blev jeg for dem som en Løve, en lurende Panter ved Vejen,
So now I will be to them like a lion, like a leopard will I lay in wait by the path.
8 jeg falder over dem som Bjørnen, hvis Unger man tog. Jeg sønderriver dem Brystet, Hunde skal æde deraf, Markens Dyr flå dem sønder.
I will fall upon them like a bear robbed of her cubs, I will tear open their chests, like a lion will devour them, and like a wild beast will tear them in pieces.
9 Når Ulykken kommer, Israel, hvor mon du da finder Hjælp?
You are destroyed, Israel, by me, your only helper.
10 Hvor er da din Konge til Frelse for dig i alle dine Byer, Herskerne, om hvem du siger: "Giv mig dog Konge og Fyrster!"
I want to rule you! Where are your princes in your cities, those of whom you demanded, ‘Give me kings and princes.’
11 Jeg giver dig Konge i Vrede og fjerner ham atter i Harme.
I give you kings in my anger, and take them away in my wrath.
12 Tilbundet er Efraims Brøde, hans Synd gemt hen.
Ephrahn’s iniquity is gathered up, his sin is laid by in store.
13 Hans Fødselsstunds Veer er der, men sært er Barnet, som ej kommer frem i Tide, så Fødselen får Ende.
The pangs of childbirth come upon him, but he is an unwise child. For this is no time to refuse to leave the womb!
14 Dem skal jeg fri fra Dødsriget, løse fra Døden! Nej, Død, hvor er din Pest, Dødsrige, hvor er din Sot? Til Mildhed kender jeg ej, thi et sært Barn er han. (Sheol h7585)
Should I deliver them from the power of Sheol? Should I redeem them from death? Death, where are your plagues? Sheol, where is your pestilence? Compassion is forever hidden from my eyes. (Sheol h7585)
15 En Østenstorm, Herrens Ånde, bruser frem fra Ørken, løfter sig, tørrer hans Væld, gør hans Kilde tør, den tager hans Skatkammer med alle dets Skatte.
Though he is flourishing among his brothers, there will come an east wind, the Lord’s wind, coming up from the wilderness. His fountain will dry up, his spring shall be parched. The wind will strip the treasury, all the precious things.
16 Samaria skal bøde, thi det stod sin Gud imod. For Sværd skal de falde, Børnene knuses, frugtsommelige Kvinders Liv rives op.
Samaria will bear her guilt, for she has rebelled against her God. They will fall by the sword, their children dashed to pieces, their pregnant women ripped open.
