Malachi 1
1 1The burden of the word of Jehovah to Israel by Malachi.
2I have
loved you, saith Jehovah. Yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Was not
Esau Jacob's brother, saith Jehovah: yet I loved Jacob;
3but Esau I
hated, and made his mountains a desolation, and gave his heritage to
the jackals of the wilderness.
4Whereas Edom saith, We are beaten down,
but we will return and build the waste places; thus saith Jehovah of hosts,
They shall build, but I will throw down; and men shall call them The border
of wickedness, and The people against whom Jehovah hath indignation for ever.
5And your eyes shall see, and ye shall say, Jehovah be magnified beyond
the border of Israel.
6A son honoreth his father, and a servant his
master: if then I am a father, where is mine honor? and if I am a master,
where is my fear? saith Jehovah of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my
name. And ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?
7Ye offer polluted
bread upon mine altar. And ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that ye
say, The table of Jehovah is contemptible.
8And when ye offer the blind
for sacrifice, it is no evil! and when ye offer the lame and sick, it is no
evil! Present it now unto thy governor; will he be pleased with thee? or will
he accept thy person? saith Jehovah of hosts.
9And now, I pray you,
entreat the favor of God, that he may be gracious unto us: this hath been by
your means: will he accept any of your persons? saith Jehovah of hosts.
10Oh that there were one among you that would shut the doors, that ye
might not kindle fire on mine altar in vain! I have no pleasure in
you, saith Jehovah of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at your hand.
11For from the rising of the sun even unto the going down of the same my
name shall be great among the Gentiles; and in every place incense
shall be offered unto my name, and a pure offering: for my name
shall be great among the Gentiles, saith Jehovah of hosts.
12But
ye profane it, in that ye say, The table of Jehovah is polluted, and the
fruit thereof, even its food, is contemptible.
13Ye say also, Behold,
what a weariness is it! and ye have snuffed at it, saith Jehovah of hosts;
and ye have brought that which was taken by violence, and the lame, and the
sick; thus ye bring the offering: should I accept this at your hand? saith
Jehovah.
14But cursed be the deceiver, who hath in his flock a male, and
voweth, and sacrificeth unto the Lord a blemished thing; for I am a great
King, saith Jehovah of hosts, and my name is terrible among the Gentiles.
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