Hosea 7
1 When I would have brought healing to Israel, then was disclosed the iniquity of Ephraim, and the wicked doings of Samaria, for they have wrought falsehood, —when, a thief, would enter, a band roamed about, outside,
Når jeg vil læge Israel, da åpenbares Efra'ims misgjerning og Samarias ondskap; for de farer med svik, og tyver bryter sig inn, og røverskarer plyndrer utenfor.
2 And they say not to their own hearts, that, all their wickedness, I remember, now, have their doings, beset them about, right before my face, have they been done.
Og de tenker ikke på at jeg kommer all deres ondskap i hu; nu har deres gjerninger omringet dem, de er kommet for mitt åsyn.
3 By their wickedness, they gladden a king, and, by their flatteries, —rulers.
Ved sin ondskap gleder de kongen og ved sine løgner fyrstene.
4 They all, are adulterers, like an oven too hot for the baker, —who leaveth off stoking, after kneading the dough, till the whole be leavened.
Alle sammen er de horkarler; de ligner en ovn som ophetes av bakeren; han holder bare op med å ilde fra deigen eltes til den er syret.
5 In the day of our king, the rulers, have made themselves ill, with the heat of wine, —he hath extended his hand with scoffers.
På vår konges dag drikker fyrstene sig syke av den hete vin; han rekker spottere hånden.
6 For they have made ready, like an oven, their heart, by their lying in wait, —all the night, their baker sleepeth, in the morning, he, kindleth up as it were a blazing fire.
For de gjør sitt hjerte så hett som en ovn mens de lurer; hele natten sover deres baker, om morgenen brenner det som luende ild.
7 They all, become hot as an oven, and devour their judges, —all their kings, have fallen, there hath been none among them crying unto me.
Alle sammen blir de hete som en ovn og fortærer sine dommere; alle deres konger er falt, det er ingen iblandt dem, som kaller på mig.
8 As for Ephraim! with the peoples, hath he been mingling himself, —Ephraim, is a cake not turned.
Efra'im blander sig med folkene; Efra'im er blitt en kake som ikke er vendt.
9 Foreigners have, eaten up, his strength, and, he, knoweth it not, —even gray hairs, are sprinkled upon him, and, he, knoweth it not.
Fremmede har fortært hans kraft, men han vet det ikke; hans hår er alt gråsprengt, men han vet det ikke.
10 Therefore doth the Excellency of Israel, answer, to his face; yet have they not returned unto Yahweh their God, nor have they sought him, in spite of all this!
Og Israels stolthet vidner mot ham like i hans åsyn; men de vender ikke om til Herren sin Gud og søker ham ikke til tross for alt dette.
11 So then, Ephraim, hath become, like a simple dove, having no understanding, on Egypt, have they called, to Assyria, have they gone,
Men Efra'im er blitt som en enfoldig due, uten forstand; på Egypten kaller de, til Assur går de.
12 Whithersoever they go, I will spread over them my net, like a bird of the heavens, will I bring them down, I will chastise them, by the time the report can reach the flock of them.
Så snart de går, vil jeg spenne ut mitt nett over dem; som himmelens fugler vil jeg dra dem ned; jeg vil tukte dem, som det allerede er forkynt for deres menighet.
13 Woe to them! for they have taken flight from me, destruction to them! for they have transgressed against me, —when, I, would have ransomed them, then, they, spake—concerning me—falsehoods.
Ve dem, at de flyktet bort fra mig! Ødeleggelse over dem, fordi de er falt fra mig! Jeg vilde forløse dem, men de talte løgn imot mig.
14 Neither made they outcry unto me, in their heart, although they kept on howling upon their beds, over corn and new wine, they gathered themselves together, they rebelled against me.
De roper ikke til mig fra sitt hjerte, men ligger og hyler på sitt leie; de trenger sig sammen for å få korn og most, men fra mig vender de sig bort.
15 When, I, had warned them, I strengthened their arm, —yet, against me, kept they on devising wickedness.
Det er jeg som har lært dem op, og som har styrket deres armer; men mot mig har de ondt i sinne.
16 They would return—not to him who is on high! They have become like a deceitful bow, their rulers, shall fall by the sword, for the rage of their tongue, this, [shall be] their derision in the land of Egypt.
De vender sig, men ikke mot det høie; de er blitt som en sviktende bue. Deres fyrster skal falle for sverdet for sin rasende tunges skyld; dette blir dem til spott i Egyptens land.
