¹Hør Isralitter, Herrens ord, thi Herren går i rette med Landets Folk. Thi ej er der Troskab, ej Godhed, ej kender man Gud i Landet.

¹`Hear a word of Jehovah, sons of Israel, For a strife [is] to Jehovah with inhabitants of the land, For there is no truth, nor kindness, Nor knowledge of God, in the land,

²Man sværger og lyver, myrder og stjæler, horer, gør Indbrud, og Blodskyld følger på Blodskyld.

²Swearing, and lying, and murdering, And stealing, and committing adultery — have increased, And blood against blood hath touched.

³Derfor sørger Landet, og alt, hvad der bor der, sygner, Markens Dyr og Himlens Fugle; selv Havets Fisk svinder bort.

³Therefore mourn doth the land, And weak is every dweller in it, With the beast of the field, And with the fowl of the heavens, And the fishes of the sea — they are removed.

⁴Dog skænde man ej, dog revse man ej, når mit Folk kun er som dets Præster.

⁴Only, let no one strive, nor reprove a man, And thy people [are] as those striving with a priest.

⁵Du skal styrte ved Dag, og med dig Profeten ved Nat.

⁵And thou hast stumbled in the day, And stumbled hath also a prophet with thee in the night, And I have cut off thy mother.

⁶Mit Folk skal gå til Grunde, fordi det er uden Kundskab. Da du har vraget Kundskab, vrager jeg dig som Præst; du glemte din Guds Åbenbaring, så glemmer og jeg dine Sønner.

⁶Cut off have been My people for lack of knowledge, Because thou knowledge hast rejected, I reject thee from being priest to Me, And thou forgettest the law of thy God, I forget thy sons, I also!

⁷Jo fler, des mere de synded, ombytted deres Ære med Skændsel;

⁷According to their abundance so they sinned against Me, Their honour into shame I change.

⁸mit Folks Synd lever de af, dets Brøde hungrer de efter.

⁸The sin of My people they do eat, And unto their iniquity lift up their soul.

⁹Men Præst skal det gå som Folk: jeg hjemsøger ham for hans Færd, hans Id gengælder jeg ham.

⁹And it hath been, like people, like priest, And I have charged on it its ways, And its habitual doings I return to it.

¹⁰De skal spise, men ikke mættes bole, men ej blive fler; thi de har sveget HERREN og holder fast ved Hor.

¹⁰And they have eaten, and are not satisfied, They have gone a-whoring, and increase not, For they have left off taking heed to Jehovah.

¹¹Vin og Most tager Forstanden.

¹¹Whoredom, and wine, and new wine, take the heart,

¹²Mit Folk rådspørger sit Træ, og Svaret giver dets Stok; thi Horeånd ledte dem vild, de boler sig bort fra deres Gud.

¹²My people at its staff asketh and its rod declareth to it, For a spirit of whoredoms hath caused to err, And they go a-whoring from under their God.

¹³De ofrer på Bjergenes Tinder, på Højene brænder de Ofre under en Eg, en Poppel, en Terebinte, thi Skyggen er god. Så horer jo og eders Døtre, så boler jo og eders Kvinder;

¹³On tops of the mountains they do sacrifice, And on the hills they make perfume, Under oak, and poplar, and terebinth, For good [is] its shade.

¹⁴jeg straffer ej Døtrenes Hor, ej Kvinderne for deres Bolen; thi selv går de bort med Horer ofrer sammen med Skøger; og det uvise Folk drages ned.

¹⁴Therefore commit whoredom do your daughters, And your spouses commit adultery, I do not see after your daughters when they commit whoredom, And after your spouses when they commit adultery, For they with the harlots are separated, And with the whores they do sacrifice, A people that doth not understand kicketh.

¹⁵Men selv om du, Israel, horer, må Juda ej gøre sig skyldigt. Gå ikke over til Gilgal, drag ikke op til Bet-Aven, sværg ikke: "Så sandt HERREN lever!"

¹⁵Though a harlot thou [art], O Israel, Let not Judah become guilty, And come not ye in to Gilgal, nor go up to Beth-Aven, Nor swear ye, Jehovah liveth.

¹⁶Thi som en uvan Ko er Israel uvan, skal HERREN så lade dem græsse i Frihed som Lam?

¹⁶For as a refractory heifer hath Israel turned aside, Now doth Jehovah feed them as a lamb in a large place.

¹⁷Efraim er bundet til Afgudsbilleder; lad ham fare!

¹⁷Joined to idols [is] Ephraim, let him alone.

¹⁸Deres Drikken er skejet ud. Hor har de bedrevet; højt har deres Skjolde elsket Skændsel.

¹⁸Sour [is] their drink, They have gone diligently a-whoring, Her protectors have loved shame thoroughly.

¹⁹Et Vejr har omspændt dem med sine Vinger, og de skal blive til Skamme for deres Ofre.

¹⁹Distressed her hath wind with its wings, And they are ashamed of their sacrifices!