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Chapter 1 |
| 1 | The burden of
the word of the LORD to Israel by Malachi. |
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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, |
| 3 | And I hated Esau, and laid his
mountains and his heritage waste for the dragons of the wilderness. |
| 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. |
| 5 | And your eyes
shall see, and ye shall say, The LORD will be magnified from the border of
Israel. |
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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? |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
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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. |
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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. |
| 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. |
