Hoseas 9
1 Israel, glæd dig ikke med Folkets jubel, ved Hor veg du bort fra din Gud, på hver en Tærskeplads elsker du Skøgens Løn.
Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, like the peoples; for thou hast gone a whoring from thy God, thou hast loved hire upon every cornfloor.
2 Tærskeplads og Perse skal ej kendes ved dem, og Mosten slår fejl for dem.
The threshing-floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail her.
3 Ej skal de blive i HERRENs Land; til Ægypten skal Efraim tilbage, spise uren Føde i Assur.
They shall not dwell in the LORD’S land; but Ephraim shall return to Egypt, and they shall eat unclean food in Assyria.
4 Ej skal de udgyde Vin for HERREN, ej heller gøre Slagtoffer rede. Som Sørgebrød er deres Brød, det gør hver, som spiser det uren: thi Hungeren kræver alt Brødet, i HERRENs Hus kommer intet.
They shall not pour out wine [offerings] to the LORD, neither shall they be pleasing unto him: their sacrifices shall be unto them as the bread of mourners; all that eat thereof shall be polluted: for their bread shall be for their appetite; it shall not come into the house of the LORD.
5 Hvad gør I på Højtidsdagen, på HERRENs Festdag?
What will ye do in the day of solemn assembly, and in the day of the feast of the LORD?
6 Slipper de bort fra Vold, skal Ægypten sanke dem op og Memfis jorde dem; deres kostbare Sølvtøj skal Tidsler arve, Nælder skal bo i deres Telte.
For, lo, they are gone away from destruction, [yet] Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them: their pleasant things of silver, nettles shall possess them: thorns shall be in their tents.
7 Hjemsøgelsens Dage kommer, Gengældelsens Dage, det skal Israel mærke. "Afsindig er Profeten, forrykt den af Ånden grebne" fordi din Brøde er stor og Fjendskabet stort!
The days of visitation are come, the days of recompence are come; Israel shall know it: the prophet is a fool, the man that hath the spirit is mad, for the multitude of thine iniquity, and because the enmity is great.
8 I sin Guds Hus lurer Efraim på Profeten; der er Snarer på alle hans Veje, man gør Faldgruben dyb.
Ephraim [was] a watchman with my God: as for the prophet, a fowler’s snare is in all his ways, [and] enmity in the house of his God.
9 Det er som i Gibeas Dage, han mindes deres Skyld og straffer deres Synder.
They have deeply corrupted themselves, as in the days of Gibeah: he will remember their iniquity, he will visit their sins.
10 Som Druer i Ørkenen fandt jeg Israel, som tidligmodne Figner på Træet så jeg eders Fædre. De kom til Baal-Peor, til Skændselen viede de sig, som Efraims Elskere blev de en væmmelig Hob.
I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the firstripe in the fig tree at her first season: but they came to Baal-peor, and consecrated themselves unto the shameful thing, and became abominable like that which they loved.
11 Deres Herlighed flyver som Fugle, Fødsel, Svangerskab, Undfangelse forbi!
As for Ephraim, their glory shall fly away like a bird: there shall be no birth, and none with child, and no conception.
12 Ja, selv om de opfostrer Sønner, jeg lader dem dø ud uden Børn. Ja, ve også dem, når jeg viger fra dem!
Though they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, that there be not a man left: yea, woe also to them when I depart from them!
13 Efraim så jeg som en Mand, der gør Jagt på sine Børn; thi Efraim selv fører Sønnerne ud til Bøddelen.
Ephraim, like as I have seen Tyre, is planted in a pleasant place: but Ephraim shall bring out his children to the slayer.
14 Giv dem, HERRE ja hvad skal du give? Du give dem barnløst Skød og golde Bryster!
Give them, O LORD: what wilt thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
15 I Gilgal er al deres Ondskab, der fik jeg Had til dem; for deres onde Gerninger driver jeg dem ud af mit Hus; jeg elsker dem ikke mer, genstridige er alle deres Fyrster.
All their wickedness is in Gilgal; for there I hated them: because of the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of mine house: I will love them no more; all their princes are revolters.
16 Efraim er ramt, dets Rod er vissen, de bærer slet ingen Frugt; og får de end Børn, jeg dræber den dyre Livsfrugt.
Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay the beloved fruit of their womb.
17 Deres Gud vil forkaste dem, fordi de ej adlød ham; hjemløse bliver de blandt Folkene.
My God will cast them away, because they did not hearken unto him: and they shall be wanderers among the nations.
