Malachi

1 The oracle of the word of Yahweh unto Israel,—by the hand of Malachi.

2 I have loved you, Saith Yahweh, And yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Is not Esau brother to Jacob? Enquireth Yahweh, Yet have I loved Jacob,

3 And Esau have I hated,—And made his mountains a desolation, And his inheritance [a dwelling] for the jackals of the wilderness.

4 Whereas Edom may say, We are laid waste but we will again build the desolate places Thus saith Yahweh of hosts, They may build But I will pull down,—And men shall call them The Boundary of Lawlessness, and The people with whom Yahweh hath indignation unto times age-abiding;

5 And your own eyes shall see,—And ye yourselves shall say, Yahweh be magnified beyond the boundary of Israel.

6 A son will honour a father, And a servant his lord,—If then a father I am where is mine honour? And if a lord I am where is my reverence? Saith Yahweh of hosts—To you, ye priests, who despise my Name, and yet say, Wherein have we despised thy Name?

7 In bringing near upon mine altar polluted food, while yet ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? Because ye say, As for the table of Yahweh a thing to be despised it is;

8 And when ye bring near the blind as a sacrifice [saying]—No harm! Or when ye bring near the lame or the sick [saying]—No harm! Offer it, I pray you, unto thy pasha, Will he accept thee? Or lift up thy countenance? Saith Yahweh of hosts.

9 Now therefore pacify, I pray you, the face of God that he may grant us favour,—At your hands hath this come to pass, Will he lift up the countenances of any of you? Saith Yahweh of hosts.

10 Who is there even among you that will shut the doors, so as not to set light to mine altar for nothing? I can take no pleasure in you, Saith Yahweh of hosts, And your present can I not accept at your hand.

11 For from the rising of the sun even unto the going in thereof great is my Name among the nations, and in every place incense is offered to my Name and a pure present,—for great is my Name among the nations, Saith Yahweh of hosts.

12 But ye are profaning me,—in that ye say, As for the table of the Lord polluted it is, And as for his produce contemptible is his food.

13 And ye have said, Lo! what a weariness! And ye have snuffed at Me, Saith Yahweh of hosts, And have brought in the torn and the lame and the sick, thus have ye brought the present,—Could I accept it at your hand? Saith Yahweh.

14 But accursed is he that defraudeth Who when there is in his flock a male yet voweth and sacrificeth a corrupt thing to the Lord, For a great king am I, Saith Yahweh of hosts, And my Name is revered among the nations.