Malachi 1
1 This is the burden of the word of the LORD to Israel through Malachi:
Rəbbee Cun cuvab İzraililqa, Malakiya peyğambarıle ğana hixhar ha'a.
2 “I have loved you,” says the LORD. But you ask, “How have You loved us?” “Was not Esau Jacob’s brother?” declares the LORD. “Yet Jacob I have loved,
Rəbbee «Zas şu vukkiykıninbıva» eyhe. Şossemee «Şi nəxübne vukkiykınva?» qiyghanas əxə. Rəbbeeyid inva eyhe: – Nya'a, Esav Yaaq'ubna çoc dişdiy vor? Zımee, Yaaq'ub ıkkanaalin şu, cuke g'abıynbı, g'əvxü,
3 but Esau I have hated, and I have made his mountains a wasteland and left his inheritance to the desert jackals.”
Esaviy mang'uke g'abıynbımee, Zı əq'əna qav'u. Zı manbı vooxhen suvabı q'əra qa'as hassır, manbışde doyulin cigabı çaq'alaaşis huvu.
4 Though Edom may say, “We have been devastated, but we will rebuild the ruins,” this is what the LORD of Hosts says: “They may build, but I will demolish. They will be called the Land of Wickedness, and a people with whom the LORD is indignant forever.
Edom vooxhene, Esavıke g'abıynbışisse eyhes əxə: – Şakın ıxheeyid, şi meed man hatq'ur-hiyxürin cigabı qa'asınbıcad. Saccu Xəəne G'oşunbışde Rəbbee inva vod eyhe: – Hasre, manbışe ale'ecencad, Zımee meed hı'ğəkkar ha'asın. Gırgıne gahbışil manbışde ölkayk'le g'ulyopt'ulna ölkava eyhes, coyub Rəbbina qəl avquyn millet xhinne qıvaats'as.
5 You will see this with your own eyes, and you yourselves will say, ‘The LORD is great—even beyond the borders of Israel.’”
Şok'le man vuşdecad uleppışika g'acumee, şucad eyhes: «İzrailiked şaqana, Rəbbin do axtıda vod!»
6 “A son honors his father, and a servant his master. But if I am a father, where is My honor? And if I am a master, where is your fear of Me?” says the LORD of Hosts to you priests who despise My name. “But you ask, ‘How have we despised Your name?’
Xəəne G'oşunbışde Rəbbee eyhen: – Ay Yizın do qizar hidya'an kaahinar! Duxee dekkıs, g'uleeyib cune iyesiys hı'rmat giviyxhe. Zı Dekxheene, nyavxha şu Zas giviyxhena hı'rmat? Zı İyesiyxhee meeb nyavxha şu Zas giviyxhena hı'rmat? Şosse «Nəxüdne şi Yiğın do qizar hidi'ıva?» qiyghanas əxə.
7 By presenting defiled food on My altar. But you ask, ‘How have we defiled You?’ By saying that the table of the LORD is contemptible.
– Şu Yizde q'urbanbı allya'ane cigalqa kara idyalesın Zasın otxhuniy adı giyxhe. Mançikad, «Şi Vas dekkanan nəxüdne ha'ava?» qiyghan. Şu Rəbbin q'urbanbı allya'an ciga qizar hidi'ı, məxüd Mang'us dekkanan ha'a.
8 When you offer blind animals for sacrifice, is it not wrong? And when you present the lame and sick ones, is it not wrong? Try offering them to your governor! Would he be pleased with you or show you favor?” asks the LORD of Hosts.
Şu bı'rq'ı'n həyvanar q'urbanna alli'iy yugunne vod? K'aana, vuk'arna həyvan q'urbanna ablyav'uy nya'a yugunne vod? Məxbına sa həyvan yiğne ölkayne xərıng'us hevle, ilekke mang'us ğu ikkiykanaseeva, mang'vee yiğna haa'asee? Məxüd Xəəne G'oşunbışde Rəbbee eyhe!
9 “But ask now for God’s favor. Will He be gracious? Since this has come from your hands, will He show you favor?” asks the LORD of Hosts.
Həşde Allahıs düə hee'e, Mang'vee şos rəhı'm hee'ecen. Şu məxdın q'urbanbı allya'amee, Mana şoqa yugra eyxheye? Məxüd Xəəne G'oşunbışde Rəbbee eyhe!
10 “Oh, that one of you would shut the temple doors, so that you would no longer kindle useless fires on My altar! I take no pleasure in you,” says the LORD of Hosts, “and I will accept no offering from your hands.
Vuşde sang'vee, Yizde q'urbanbı allya'ane cigee, q'ərane cigeeqa ts'a gyoxhxhan ha'asse, Yizde xaan akkabıcad qı'iynxhiy yugda eyxheyiy! Yizın yik' şoka gyotxhan deş, şu allya'an q'urbanbıd alyaat'as deş! Məxüd Xəəne G'oşunbışde Rəbbee eyhe!
11 For My name will be great among the nations, from where the sun rises to where it sets. In every place, incense and pure offerings will be presented in My name, because My name will be great among the nations,” says the LORD of Hosts.
Verığ ılqəəne cigeençe, k'yooçene cigeeqamee, Yizın do milletbışde yı'q'nee axtıda vod! Gırgınəəng'ə Yizde doyule ətirbı gyoxhxhan ha'a, məttın paybı adayle! Man Yizın do milletbışde yı'q'nee, axtıda ıxhayke ha'a! Məxüd Xəəne G'oşunbışde Rəbbee eyhe!
12 “But you profane it when you say, ‘The table of the Lord is defiled, and as for its fruit, its food is contemptible.’
Şumee, «Rəbbine q'urbanbı allya'ane cigaylin otxhuniy muq'addasın deş vod, man qizar hide'eeyid eyxheva» uvhu, mançina muq'addasiyvalla avaak'an haa'a.
13 You also say: ‘Oh, what a nuisance!’ And you turn up your nose at it,” says the LORD of Hosts. “You bring offerings that are stolen, lame, or sick! Should I accept these from your hands?” asks the LORD.
Ooğançe «İnimeena əq'übavad!» uvhu, şu mançilqa yı'q' sak'al ha'a! Məxüd Xəybışde Xərıng'vee Rəbbee eyhe! Şu Zas q'urbanna ablyaa'asva q'ööq'üna, k'aana, vuk'arna həyvan abeene, Zı mana şoke alyabat'aye? Məxüd Rəbbee eyhe!
14 “But cursed is the deceiver who has an acceptable male in his flock and vows to give it, but sacrifices a defective animal to the Lord. For I am a great King,” says the LORD of Hosts, “and My name is to be feared among the nations.
Syuruneençe g'apsırne yugne g'argıne cigee, Xudaavandays q'ı'bı'lyna həyvan abıyne horalays bed-düə vuxhena! Zı inekke xərna Paççahva, gırgıne milletbışe Yizın do axtı qa'a! Məxüd Xəəne G'oşunbışde Rəbbee eyhe!
