Malakias 1
1 Herrens Ords Profeti over Israel ved Malakias.
The burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by the hand of Malachias.
2 Jeg har elsket eder, siger Herren; men I sige: Hvorudi har du elsket os? Er ikke Esau Jakobs Broder? siger Herren, dog elskede jeg Jakob.
I have loved you, saith the Lord: and you have said: Wherein hast thou loved us? Was not Esau brother to Jacob, saith the Lord, and I have loved Jacob,
3 Men Esau hadede jeg og gjorde hans Bjerge øde og hans Arv til Hjem for Ørkens Drager.
But have hated Esau? and I have made his mountains a wilderness, and given his inheritance to the dragons of the desert.
4 Naar Edom siger: Vi ere knuste, men vi ville komme igen og opbygge de øde Stæder, da siger den Herre Zebaoth saaledes: De ville bygge, men jeg vil nedbryde, og man skal kalde dem Ugudeligheds Land og det Folk, paa hvilket Herren er vred indtil evig Tid.
But if Edom shall say: We are destroyed, but we will return and build up what hath been destroyed: thus saith the Lord of hosts: They shall build up, and I will throw down: and they shall be called the borders of wickedness, and the people with whom the Lord is angry for ever.
5 Og eders Øjne skulle se det, og I skulle sige: Herren er stor over Israels Land.
And your eyes shall see, and you shall say: The Lord be magnified upon the border of Israel.
6 En Søn skal ære Faderen og en Tjener sin Herre; dersom jeg da er Fader, hvor er min Ære? og er jeg Herre, hvor er Frygten for mig? siger den Herre Zebaoth til eder, I Præster, som foragte mit Navn, og dog sige: Hvormed have vi foragtet dit Navn?
The son honoureth the father, and the servant his master: if then I be a father, where is my honour? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith the Lord of hosts.
7 I, som fremføre besmittet Brød paa mit Alter, og dog sige: Hvormed besmitte vi dig? Dermed, at I sige: Herrens Bord er foragteligt.
To you, O priests, that despise my name, and have said: Wherein have we despised thy name? You offer polluted bread upon my altar, and you say: Wherein have we polluted thee? In that you say: The table of the Lord is contemptible.
8 Og naar I fremføre noget blindt til at ofres, se I intet ondt deri; og naar I fremføre noget halt eller sygt, se I intet ondt deri; bring dog din Landshøvding det! mon han vil finde Behag i dig eller være dig naadig? siger den Herre Zebaoth.
If you offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if you offer the lame and the sick, is it not evil? offer it to thy prince, if he will be pleased with it, or if he will regard thy face, saith the Lord of hosts.
9 Og nu, beder dog ydmygelig for Guds Ansigt, at han vil forbarme sig over os! — af eders Haand er dette begaaet, — mon han for eders Skyld vil være naadig? siger den Herre Zebaoth.
And now beseech ye the face of God, that he may have mercy on you, (for by your hand hath this been done, ) if by any means he will receive your faces, saith the Lord of hosts.
10 Gid der dog var een iblandt eder, som vilde tillukke Dørene, at I ikke skulde optænde Ild paa mit Alter forgæves? jeg har ingen Lyst til eder, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og har ikke Behag i Offergaver af eders Haand.
Who is there among you, that will shut the doors, and will kindle the fire on my altar gratis? I have no pleasure in you, saith the Lord of hosts: and I will not receive a gift of your hand.
11 Thi fra Solens Opgang og indtil dens Nedgang er mit Navn stort iblandt Hedningerne, og paa hvert Sted bliver der ofret Røgelse, bliver der frembaaret for mit Navn og det rene Offergaver; thi stort er mit Navn iblandt Hedningerne, siger den Herre Zebaoth.
For from the rising of the sun even to the going down, my name is great among the Gentiles, and in every place there is sacrifice, and there is offered to my name a clean oblation: for my name is great among the Gentiles, saith the Lord of hosts.
12 Men I vanhellige det, idet I sige: Herrens Bord, det er besmittet, og hvad angaar det, som ydes dertil, at Maden derpaa er foragtelig.
And you have profaned it in that you say: The table of the Lord is defiled: and that which is laid thereupon is contemptible with the fire that devoureth it.
13 Og I sige: Se, hvilken Møje! og I blæse ad det, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og I fremføre, hvad der er røvet, og det halte og det syge, ja, fremføre det som Offergave; skulde jeg have Behag i saadant af eders Haand? siger Herren.
And you have said: Behold of our labour, and you puffed it away, saith the Lord of hosts, and you brought in of rapine the lame, and the sick, and brought in an offering: shall I accept it at your hands, saith the Lord?
14 Og forbandet er den, som bedrager, naar han dog har en Han i sin Hjord, og den, som gør Løfte og ofrer noget beskadiget til Herren; thi jeg er en stor Konge, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og mit Navn er forfærdeligt iblandt Hedningerne.
Cursed is the deceitful man that hath in his flock a male, and making a vow offereth in sacrifice that which is feeble to the Lord: for I am a great King, saith the Lord of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the Gentiles.
