Malachi 1:6–11

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.