Malachi 1 ©

1 God by Malachi complaineth of Israel's ingratitude, 6 and of the profane disrespect shown to God's worship. 14 The curse of corrupt offerings.


THE burden of the word of the LORD to Israel 1by Malachi.


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 aI loved Jacob,


And I hated Esau, and blaid his mountains and his heritage waste for the c*dragons of the wilderness.


Whereas Edom saith, We are impoverished, dbut 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, eThe people against whom the LORD hath indignation for ever.


And your eyes shall see, and ye shall say, The LORD will be fmagnified 2from the border of Israel.


gA son honoureth his father, and ha servant his master: if then iI be a father, where is mine honour? and if I be a master, jwhere is my fear? saith the LORD of hosts unto you, kO priests, that despise my name. And lye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?


Ye 3offer mpolluted bread upon mine altar; and ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that ye say, nThe table of the LORD is contemptible.


And if ye offer the blind 4for sacrifice, is it not evil? and oif 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.


And now, I pray you, pbeseech 5God that he will be gracious unto us: this hath been 6by your means: qwill he regard your persons? saith the LORD of hosts.


rWho is there even among you that would shut the doors for nought ? neither do ye kindle fire on mine altar for nought. sI have no pleasure in you, saith the LORD of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at your hand.


For tfrom the rising of the sun even unto the going down of the same my name shall be great among the Gentiles; and uin 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.


vBut ye have profaned it, in that ye say, wThe table of the LORD is polluted; and the fruit thereof, even his *meat, is contemptible.


Ye said also, xBehold, what a weariness is it ! 7and ye have snuffed at it, saith the LORD of hosts; and ye brought ythat which was torn, and the lame, and the sick; thus ye brought an offering: should I accept this of your hand? saith the LORD.


But cursed be the zdeceiver, 8which hath in his flock a male, and voweth, and sacrificeth unto the Lord aa corrupt thing: for bI am a great King, saith the LORD of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the heathen.