Malakias 1
1 Et Udsagn; HERRENS Ord til Israel ved Malakias.
The burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by the hand of Malachi.
2 Jeg elsker eder, siger HERREN; men I spørger: »Hvori har du vist, at du elsker os?« Er Esau ikke Jakobs Broder, lyder det fra HERREN, og dog elsker jeg Jakob
I have loved you, says the Lord, and you have said, “In what way have you loved us?” Was not Esau brother to Jacob, says the Lord? And have I not loved Jacob,
3 og hader Esau. Jeg har gjort hans Bjerge til Ørk og hans Arvelod til Øde.
but held hatred for Esau? And I have set his mountains in solitude, and his inheritance with the serpents of the desert.
4 Naar Edom siger: »Vi er ødelagt, men vi bygger atter paa Tomterne«, saa siger Hærskarers HERRE: De bygger, men jeg river ned! De skal kaldes Gudløsheds Land og det Folk, HERREN i al Evighed vredes paa.
But if Idumea will say, “We have been destroyed, but when we return, we will build up what has been destroyed,” thus says the Lord of hosts: They will build up, and I will destroy. And they will be called “The limits of impiety,” and, “The people with whom the Lord has been angry, even to eternity.”
5 I skal se det med egne Øjne og sige: »HERRENS Vælde naar ud over Israels Grænser.«
And your eyes will see. And you will say, “May the Lord be magnified beyond the limits of Israel.”
6 En Søn ærer sin Fader, en Træl frygter sin Herre. Men er jeg Fader, hvor er da min Ære, og er jeg Herre, hvor er da Frygten for mig? siger Hærskarers HERRE til eder, I Præster, som ringeagter mit Navn. I spørger: »Hvorved har vi ringeagtet dit Navn?«
The son honors the father, and the servant his master. If, therefore, I am Father, where is my honor? And if I am Master, where is my fear? says the Lord of hosts to you, O priests, who despise my name. And you have said, “In what way, have we despised your name?”
7 Ved at bringe urent Brød paa mit Alter! I spørger: »Hvorved har vi gjort det urent?« Ved at sige: »HERRENS Bord er lidet værd.«
You offer polluted bread upon my altar, and you say, “In what way, have we polluted you?” In that you say, “The table of the Lord has been despised.”
8 Naar I bringer blinde Dyr som Offer, er der saa ikke noget ondt deri? Naar I bringer halte og syge Dyr, er der saa ikke noget ondt deri? Bring dem engang til din Statholder! Mon han vil synes derom og tage vel imod dig? siger Hærskarers HERRE.
If you offer the blind for sacrifice, is this not evil? And if you offer the lame and the sick, is this not evil? Offer it to your leader, if he will be pleased with it, or if he will accept your face, says the Lord of hosts.
9 Og saa vil I stemme Gud til Mildhed dermed, at han maa være os naadig! Fra eders Haand kommer slige Ting! Mon han vil tage vel imod eder, siger Hærskarers HERRE.
And now, beseech the face of God, so that he may have mercy on you (for by your hand has this been done) if, in any way, he might accept your faces, says the Lord of hosts.
10 Vilde dog en af eder lukke Dørene, saa I ikke til ingen Gavn skulde gøre Ild paa mit Alter! Jeg bryder mig ikke om eder, siger Hærskarers HERRE, og ønsker ikke Offergaver af eders Haand.
Who is there among you that would close the doors and enflame my altar without pay? I have no favor in you, says the Lord of hosts. And I will not accept a gift from your hand.
11 Thi fra Stedet, hvor Solen staar op, til Stedet, hvor den gaar ned, er mit Navn stort iblandt Folkene, og alle Vegne bringes der mit Navn Røgoffer og rene Offergaver; thi mit Navn er stort iblandt Folkene, siger Hærskarers HERRE.
For, from the rising of the sun even to its setting, my name is great among the Gentiles, and in every place, a clean oblation is being sacrificed and offered to my name. For my name is great among the Gentiles, says the Lord of hosts.
12 Men I vanhelliger det ved at sige: »Herrens Bord er urent, og ussel Frugt er hans Mad.«
And you have polluted it, in that you say, “The table of the Lord has been contaminated; and that which is placed upon it is contemptible, compared with the fire that devours it.”
13 Og I siger: »Hvilket Slid!« og blæser derad, siger Hærskarers HERRE; I bringer noget røvet, ja halte og syge Dyr; det er Offergaven, I bringer! Skulde jeg ønske at modtage den af eders Haand? siger HERREN.
And you have said, “Behold our labor,” and you have exhaled it away, says the Lord of hosts. And you brought in by plunder the lame, and the sick, and brought it in as a gift. How can I receive this from your hand, says the Lord?
14 Forbandet være den Bedrager, som i sin Hjord har et Handyr og lover mig det, men ofrer Herren et Dyr, som ikke dur! Thi en stor Konge er jeg, siger Hærskarers HERRE, og mit Navn er frygtet blandt Folkene.
Cursed is the deceitful, who holds in his flock a male, and, when making a vow, offers in sacrifice that which is feeble to the Lord. For I am a great King, says the Lord of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the Gentiles.
