Malakias 1

1 Et Udsagn; HERRENs Ord til Israel ved Malakias.

The oracle of the word of Yahweh, unto 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, saith Yahweh, and yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Is not Esau, brother, to Jacob? enquireth Yahweh, Yet have I loved Jacob,

3 og hader Esau. Jeg bar gjort hans Bjerge til Ørk og hans Arvelod til Øde.

And, Esau, have I hated, — and made his mountains a desolation, and his inheritance [a dwelling] for the jackals of the wilderness.

4 Når Edom siger: "Vi er ødelagt, men vi bygger atter på Tomterne", så siger Hærskarers HERRE: De bygger, men jeg river ned! De skal kaldes Gudløsheds Land og det Folk, HERREN i al Evighed vredes på.

Whereas Edom, may say, We are laid waste, but we will again build the desolate places, Thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, They, may build, but, I, will pull down, — and men shall call them, The Boundary of Lawlessness, and, The people with whom Yahweh hath indignation unto times age-abiding;

5 I skal se det med egne Øjne og sige: "HERRENs Vælde når ud over Israels Grænser."

And, your own eyes, shall see, —and, ye yourselves, shall say, Yahweh, be magnified, beyond the boundary 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?"

A son, will honour a father, and, a servant, his lord, — If then, a father, I am, where is mine honour? And, if, a lord, I am, where is my reverence? saith Yahweh of hosts— to you, ye priests, who despise my Name, and yet say, Wherein have we despised thy Name?

7 Ved at bringe urent Brød på mit Alter! I spørger: "Hvorved har vi gjort det urent?" Ved at sige: "HERRENs Bord er lidet værd."

In bringing near upon mine altar, polluted food, while yet ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? Because ye say, As for the table of Yahweh, a thing to be despised, it is;

8 Når I bringer blinde Dyr som Offer, er der så ikke noget ondt deri? Når I bringer halte og syge Dyr, er der så ikke noget ondt deri? Bring dem engang til din Statholder! Mon han vil synes derom og tage vel imod dig? siger Hærskarers HERRE.

And when ye bring near the blind as a sacrifice, [saying] —No harm! or when ye bring near the lame or the sick [saying] —No harm! Offer it, I pray you, unto thy pasha, Will he accept thee? or lift up thy countenance? saith Yahweh of hosts.

9 Og så vil I stemme Gud til Mildhed dermed, at han må være os nådig! Fra eders Hånd kommer slige Ting! Mon han vil tage vel imod eder, siger Hærskarers HERRE.

Now, therefore, pacify, I pray you, the face of GOD, that he may grant us favour, —at your hands, hath this come to pass, Will he lift up the countenances, of any of you? saith Yahweh of hosts.

10 Vilde dog en af eder lukke Dørene, så I ikke til ingen Gavn skulde gøre Ild på mit Alter! Jeg bryder mig ikke om eder, siger Hærskarers HERRE, og ønsker ikke Offergaver af eders Hånd.

Who is there, even among you, that will shut the doors, so as not to set light to mine altar, for nothing? I can take no pleasure in you, saith Yahweh of hosts, and, your present, can I not accept at your hand.

11 Thi fra Stedet, hvor Solen står op, til Stedet, hvor den går 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 unto the going in thereof, great is my Name among the nations, and, in every place, incense, is offered to my Name, and a pure present, —for great is my Name among the nations, saith Yahweh of hosts.

12 Men I vanhelliger det ved at sige: "Herrens Bord er urent, og ussel Frugt er hans Mad."

But ye are profaning me, — in that ye say, As for the table of the Lord, polluted it is, and, as for his produce, contemptible is his food.

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 Hånd? siger HERREN.

And ye have said, Lo! what a weariness! And ye have snuffed at Me, saith Yahweh of hosts, and have brought in the torn and the lame and the sick, thus have ye brought the present, — Could I accept it at your hand? saith Yahweh.

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.

But accursed is he that defraudeth, who, when there is in his flock a male, yet voweth and sacrificeth a corrupt thing to the Lord, for, a great king, am I, saith Yahweh of hosts, and, my Name, is revered among the nations.