Malachi
1:1 The burden of the word of the LORD to Israel by Malachi.
1:2 I have loved you, saith the LORD. Yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved
us? Was not Esau Jacob's brother? saith the LORD: yet I loved Jacob,
1:3 And I hated Esau, and laid his mountains and his heritage waste for the
dragons of the wilderness.
1:4 Whereas Edom saith, We are impoverished, but we will return and build
the desolate places; thus saith the LORD of hosts, They shall build, but
I will throw down; and they shall call them, The border of wickedness,
and, The people against whom the LORD hath indignation for ever.
1:5 And your eyes shall see, and ye shall say, The LORD will be magnified
from the border of Israel.
1:6 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 the LORD of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name. And
ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?
1:7 Ye offer polluted bread upon mine altar; and ye say, Wherein have we
polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of the LORD is contemptible.
1:8 And if ye offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if ye offer
the lame and sick, is it not evil? offer it now unto thy governor; will
he be pleased with thee, or accept thy person? saith the LORD of hosts.
1:9 And now, I pray you, beseech God that he will be gracious unto us: this
hath been by your means: will he regard your persons? saith the LORD of
hosts.
1:10 Who is there even among you that would shut the doors for nought?
neither do ye kindle fire on mine altar for nought. I have no pleasure
in you, saith the LORD of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at
your hand.
1:11 For 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 heathen, saith the LORD of hosts.
1:12 But ye have profaned it, in that ye say, The table of the LORD is
polluted; and the fruit thereof, even his meat, is contemptible.
1:13 Ye said also, Behold, what a weariness is it! and ye have snuffed at it,
saith the LORD of hosts; and ye brought that which was torn, and the
lame, and the sick; thus ye brought an offering: should I accept this of
your hand? saith the LORD.
1:14 But cursed be the deceiver, which hath in his flock a male, and voweth,
and sacrificeth unto the LORD a corrupt thing: for I am a great King,
saith the LORD of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the heathen.
