Hosea 11:2,7 - Compare All Versions

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But the more they were called, the more they went away from me. They sacrificed to the Baals and they burned incense to images.

My people are determined to turn from me. Even though they call me God Most High, I will by no means exalt them.

The more they were called, the more they went away; they kept sacrificing to the Baals and burning offerings to idols.

My people are bent on turning away from me, and though they call out to the Most High, he shall not raise them up at all.

But the more I called to him, the farther he moved from me, offering sacrifices to the images of Baal and burning incense to idols.

For my people are determined to desert me. They call me the Most High, but they don’t truly honor me.

Israel called to the Egyptians  even as Israel was leaving them.  They kept sacrificing to the Baals  and burning offerings to idols.

My people are bent on turning from me.  Though they call to him on high, he will not exalt them at all.

As they called them, so they went from them: they sacrificed unto Baalim, and burned incense to graven images.

And my people are bent to backsliding from me: though they called them to the most High, none at all would exalt him.

As they called them, So they went from them; They sacrificed to the Baals, And burned incense to carved images.

My people are bent on backsliding from Me. Though they call to the Most High, None at all exalt Him.

“When Israel was only a child, I loved him. I called out, ‘My son!’—called him out of Egypt. But when others called him, he ran off and left me. He worshiped the popular sex gods, he played at religion with toy gods. Still, I stuck with him. I led Ephraim. I rescued him from human bondage, But he never acknowledged my help, never admitted that I was the one pulling his wagon, That I lifted him, like a baby, to my cheek, that I bent down to feed him. Now he wants to go back to Egypt or go over to Assyria— anything but return to me! That’s why his cities are unsafe—the murder rate skyrockets and every plan to improve things falls to pieces. My people are hell-bent on leaving me. They pray to god Baal for help. He doesn’t lift a finger to help them. But how can I give up on you, Ephraim? How can I turn you loose, Israel? How can I leave you to be ruined like Admah, devastated like luckless Zeboim? I can’t bear to even think such thoughts. My insides churn in protest. And so I’m not going to act on my anger. I’m not going to destroy Ephraim. And why? Because I am God and not a human. I’m The Holy One and I’m here—in your very midst.

“When Israel was only a child, I loved him. I called out, ‘My son!’—called him out of Egypt. But when others called him, he ran off and left me. He worshiped the popular sex gods, he played at religion with toy gods. Still, I stuck with him. I led Ephraim. I rescued him from human bondage, But he never acknowledged my help, never admitted that I was the one pulling his wagon, That I lifted him, like a baby, to my cheek, that I bent down to feed him. Now he wants to go back to Egypt or go over to Assyria— anything but return to me! That’s why his cities are unsafe—the murder rate skyrockets and every plan to improve things falls to pieces. My people are hell-bent on leaving me. They pray to god Baal for help. He doesn’t lift a finger to help them. But how can I give up on you, Ephraim? How can I turn you loose, Israel? How can I leave you to be ruined like Admah, devastated like luckless Zeboim? I can’t bear to even think such thoughts. My insides churn in protest. And so I’m not going to act on my anger. I’m not going to destroy Ephraim. And why? Because I am God and not a human. I’m The Holy One and I’m here—in your very midst.

The more they called them, The more they went away from them; They kept sacrificing to the Baals And burning incense to idols.

So My people are determined to turn from Me. Though they call them to the One on high, None at all exalts Him.

The more they [the prophets] called them [to repentance and obedience], The more they went away from them; They kept sacrificing to the Baals And burning incense to the carved images.

My people are bent on turning from Me; Though the prophets call them to the One on high, None at all exalts Him.

But the more I summoned them, the farther they departed from me. They sacrificed to the Baal idols and burned incense to images.

My people are obsessed with turning away from me; they call to Baal, but he will never exalt them!