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| 1. | The burden of the word of Jehovah to Israel by Malachi. |
| 2. | I have loved you, saith Jehovah; but ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Was not Esau Jacob`s brother? saith Jehovah, and I loved Jacob, |
| 3. | and I hated Esau; and made his mountains a desolation, and gave his inheritance to the jackals of the wilderness. |
| 4. | If Edom say, We are broken down, but we will build again the ruined places, -- thus saith Jehovah of hosts: They shall build, but I will throw down; and men shall call them the territory of wickedness, and the people against whom Jehovah hath indignation for ever. |
| 5. | And your eyes shall see it, and ye shall say, Jehovah is magnified beyond the border of Israel. |
| 6. | A son honoureth his father, and a servant his master: if then I be a father, where is mine honour? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith Jehovah of hosts unto you, priests, that despise my name. But ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name? |
| 7. | Ye offer polluted bread upon mine altar; and ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of Jehovah is contemptible. |
| 8. | And if ye offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? And if ye offer the lame and sick, is it not evil? Present it now unto thy governor: will he be pleased with thee? or will he accept thy person? saith Jehovah of hosts. |
| 9. | And now, I pray you, beseech łGod that he will be gracious unto us. This hath been of your hand: will he accept any of your persons? saith Jehovah of hosts. |
| 10. | Who is there among you that would even shut the doors? and ye would not kindle fire on mine altar for nothing. I have no delight in you, saith Jehovah of hosts, neither will I accept an oblation at your hand. |
| 11. | For from the rising of the sun even unto its setting my name shall be great among the nations; and in every place incense shall be offered unto my name, and a pure oblation: for my name shall be great among the nations, saith Jehovah of hosts. |
| 12. | But ye profane it, in that ye say, The table of the Lord is polluted; and the fruit thereof, his food, is contemptible. |
| 13. | And ye say, Behold, what a weariness! And ye have puffed at it, saith Jehovah of hosts, and ye bring that which was torn, and the lame, and the sick; thus ye bring the oblation: should I accept this of your hand? saith Jehovah. |
| 14. | Yea, cursed be the deceiver, who hath in his flock a male, and voweth and sacrificeth unto the Lord a corrupt thing; for I am a great King, saith Jehovah of hosts, and my name is terrible among the nations. |