Malakias 1
1 Herrens Ords Profeti over Israel ved Malakias.
The burden of the word of the LORD to Israel by Malachi.
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, says the LORD. Yet you say, Wherein have you loved us? Was not Esau Jacob’s brother? says the LORD: yet I loved Jacob,
3 Men Esau hadede jeg og gjorde hans Bjerge øde og hans Arv til Hjem for Ørkens Drager.
And I hated Esau, and laid his mountains and his heritage waste for the dragons of the wilderness.
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.
Whereas Edom said, We are impoverished, but we will return and build the desolate places; thus says 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 has indignation 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 will be magnified from 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?
A son honors his father, and a servant his master: if then I be a father, where is my honor? and if I be a master, where is my fear? says the LORD of hosts to you, O priests, that despise my name. And you say, Wherein have we despised your name?
7 I, som fremføre besmittet Brød paa mit Alter, og dog sige: Hvormed besmitte vi dig? Dermed, at I sige: Herrens Bord er foragteligt.
You offer polluted bread on my altar; and you say, Wherein have we polluted you? 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.
And if you offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if you offer the lame and sick, is it not evil? offer it now to your governor; will he be pleased with you, or accept your person? says 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, I pray you, beseech God that he will be gracious to us: this has been by your means: will he regard your persons? says 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 even among you that would shut the doors for nothing? neither do you kindle fire on my altar for nothing. I have no pleasure in you, says the LORD of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at 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 of the same my name shall be great among the Gentiles; and in every place incense shall be offered to my name, and a pure offering: for my name shall be great among the heathen, says 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.
But you have profaned it, in that you say, The table of the LORD is polluted; and the fruit thereof, even his meat, is contemptible.
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.
You said also, Behold, what a weariness is it! and you have snuffed at it, says the LORD of hosts; and you brought that which was torn, and the lame, and the sick; thus you brought an offering: should I accept this of your hand? says 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.
But cursed be the deceiver, which has in his flock a male, and vows, and sacrifices to the LORD a corrupt thing: for I am a great King, says the LORD of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the heathen.
