Hosea 9
1 Do not choose to rejoice, Israel; do not celebrate as the crowds do. For you have been committing fornication against your God; you have loved a prize upon every threshing floor of wheat.
Israel, glæd dig ikke med Folkenes Jubel, ved Hor veg du bort fra din Gud, paa hver en Tærskeplads elsker du Skøgens Løn.
2 The threshing floor and the oil press will not feed them, and the wine will deceive them.
Tærskeplads og Perse skal ej kendes ved dem, og Mosten slaar fejl for dem.
3 They will not dwell in the land of the Lord. Ephraim has been returned to Egypt, and he has eaten polluted things among the Assyrians.
Ej skal de blive i HERRENS Land; til Ægypten skal Efraim tilbage, spise uren Føde i Assur.
4 They will not offer a libation of wine to the Lord, and they will not please him. Their sacrifices will be like the bread of mourners. All those who eat it will be defiled. For their bread is of their soul; it will not enter into the house of the Lord.
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.
5 What will you do on the solemn day, on the day of the feast of the Lord?
Hvad gør I paa Højtidsdagen, paa HERRENS Festdag?
6 For, behold, they have been sent away by devastation. Egypt will gather them together; Memphis will bury them. Nettles will inherit their desired silver; the burr will be in their tabernacles.
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.
7 The days of visitation have arrived; the days of retribution are here. Know this, Israel: that the prophet was foolish, the spiritual man was mad, because of the multitude of your iniquities and the great extent of your foolishness.
Hjemsøgelsens Dage kommer, Gengældelsens Dage, det skal Israel mærke. »Afsindig er Profeten, forrykt den af Aanden grebne« — fordi din Brøde er stor og Fjendskabet stort!
8 The watcher of Ephraim was with my God. The prophet has become a snare of ruin over all his ways; insanity is in the house of his God.
I sin Guds Hus lurer Efraim paa Profeten; der er Snarer paa alle hans Veje, man gør Faldgruben dyb.
9 They have sinned profoundly, just as in the days of Gibeah. He will remember their iniquity, and he will repay their sin.
Det er som i Gibeas Dage, han mindes deres Skyld og straffer deres Synder.
10 I discovered Israel like grapes in the desert. Like the first fruits of the fig tree, I saw their fathers on the end of its branches. But they went in to Baal-peor, and they have been estranged by intermingling, and they have become abominable, just like the things that they chose to love.
Som Druer i Ørkenen fandt jeg Israel, som tidligmodne Figner paa Træet saa jeg eders Fædre. De kom til Ba'al-Peor, til Skændselen viede de sig, som Efraims Elskere blev de en væmmelig Hob.
11 Ephraim has chased away their glory like a bird: from birth, and from the womb, and from conception.
Deres Herlighed flyver som Fugle, Fødsel, Svangerskab, Undfangelse — forbi!
12 And even if they should nurture their sons, I will make them without children among men. Yes, and woe to them, when I have withdrawn from them.
Ja, selv om de opfostrer Sønner, jeg lader dem dø ud uden Børn. Ja, ve ogsaa dem, naar jeg viger fra dem!
13 Ephraim, as I see it, was a Tyre, founded by beauty. And Ephraim will lead his sons to execution.
Efraim saa jeg som en Mand, der gør Jagt paa sine Børn; thi Efraim selv fører Sønnerne ud til Bøddelen.
14 Give them, O Lord. What will you give them? Give them a womb without children, and dry breasts.
Giv dem, HERRE — ja hvad skal du give? Du give dem barnløst Skød og golde Bryster!
15 All their wickedness is in Gilgal, for I held them there, in their hatred. Because of the malice of their inventions, I will expel them from my house. I will no longer say that I love them; all their leaders have retreated.
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.
16 Ephraim has been struck; their root has been dried out: by no means will they yield fruit. And even if they should conceive, I will execute the most beloved of their womb.
Efraim er ramt, dets Rod er vissen, de bærer slet ingen Frugt; og faar de end Børn, jeg dræber den dyre Livsfrugt.
17 My God will cast them aside because they have not listened to him; and they will be wanderers among the nations.
Deres Gud vil forkaste dem, fordi de ej adlød ham; hjemløse bliver de blandt Folkene.
