Malachi 1

¹The burden of a word of Jehovah unto Israel by the hand of Malachi: ²I have loved you, said Jehovah, And ye have said, ‘In what hast Thou loved us?’ ³Is not Esau Jacob’s brother?—an affirmation of Jehovah, And I love Jacob, and Esau I have hated, And I make his mountains a desolation, And his inheritance for dragons of a wilderness. ⁴Because Edom saith, ‘We have been made poor, And we turn back and we build the wastes,’ Thus said Jehovah of Hosts: They do build, and I do destroy, And men have called to them, ‘O region of wickedness,’ ‘O people whom Jehovah defied to the age.’ ⁵And your eyes do see, and ye say, ‘Magnified is Jehovah beyond the border of Israel,

⁶A son honoureth a father, and a servant his master. And if I am a father, where is Mine honour? And if I am a master, where is My fear? Said Jehovah of Hosts to you, O priests, despising My name! And ye have said: ‘In what have we despised Thy name?’ ⁷Ye are bringing nigh on Mine altar polluted bread, And ye have said: ‘In what have we polluted Thee?’ In your saying: ‘The table of Jehovah—it is despicable,’ ⁸And when ye bring nigh the blind for sacrifice, ‘There is no evil,’ And when ye bring nigh the lame and sick, ‘There is no evil;’ Bring it near, I pray thee, to thy governor—Doth he accept thee? or doth he lift up thy face? Said Jehovah of Hosts. ⁹And now, appease, I pray thee, the face of God, And He doth favour us; From your own hand hath this been, Doth He accept of you appearances? Said Jehovah of Hosts. ¹⁰Who is even among you, And he shutteth the two-leaved doors? Yea, ye do not kindle Mine altar for nought, I have no pleasure in you, said Jehovah of Hosts, And a present I do not accept of your hand. ¹¹For, from the rising of the sun to its going in, Great is My name among nations, And in every place perfume is brought nigh to My name, and a pure present, For great is My name among nations, Said Jehovah of Hosts. ¹²And ye are polluting it in your saying, ‘The table of Jehovah—it is polluted, As to its fruit—despicable is its food.’ ¹³And ye have said, ‘Lo, what a weariness,’ And ye have puffed at it, said Jehovah of Hosts, And ye have brought in plunder, And the lame and the sick, And ye have brought in the present! Do I accept it from your hand? said Jehovah. ¹⁴And cursed is a deceiver, who hath in his drove a male, And is vowing, and is sacrificing a marred thing to the Lord, For a great king am I, said Jehovah of Hosts, And My name is revered among nations!

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