Malachi 1
1 The burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by the hand of Malachi.
Fetse: ty tsara’ Iehovà am’ Israele añamy Malaký.
2 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,
Fa nikokoako nahareo, hoe t’Iehovà, le anoa’areo ty hoe: Ami’ty akore ty nikokoa’o anay? Aa tsy nirahalahi’ Iakobe hao t’i Esave? hoe t’Iehovà; fe nikokoako t’Iakobe,
3 but held hatred for Esau? And I have set his mountains in solitude, and his inheritance with the serpents of the desert.
naho nihejeko t’i Esave, nampangoakoaheko o tamboho’eo, vaho natoloko amo farasim- patram-beio ty lova’e.
4 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.”
Ie amy zao, hoe ty asa’ i Edome: Finofok’ ambane zahay fe himpoly, hamboara’ay o liolioo; aa hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy: Hamboatse iereo, fe harotsako ambane; naho hatao tanem-piaroteñe i toetsey, ie ondaty mahaviñetse Iehovà nainai’eo;
5 And your eyes will see. And you will say, “May the Lord be magnified beyond the limits of Israel.”
Ho isa’ o fihaino’areoo, vaho hanao ty hoe: Jabahinake t’Iehovà alafe’ o efe-tane’ Israeleo.
6 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?”
Miasy an-drae’e ty ana-dahy, naho an-talè’e ty ondevo, aa kanao izaho t’i Rae, aia ty fiasiañe Ahiko? Katao Talè iraho, aia ty fañeveñañe amako? hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy amo mpisoroñe manirìka ty añarakoo. Ie anoa’areo ty hoe: Aia ty nanirikà’ay ty tahina’O?
7 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.”
Ie mibanabana mofo maleotse amy kitrelikoy, naho manao ty hoe: Akore ty nanivà’ay Azo? Ie atao’ areo ty hoe: Mavo ty fandambaña’ Iehovà
8 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.
Ie mañenga ty goa hisoroñañe, tsy haloloañe hao? Ie engaeñe ty mikotrile naho ty aman-kandra, tsy haratiañe hao? Ibanabanao amy mpifehe’ areoy, hifalea’e hao? ho no’e hao irehe? hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy.
9 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.
Ie amy zao, naho miambane hihalaly ty fañisohan’ Añahare, hiferenaiña’e hao? naho banabanae’areo izay? Ho rambese’e soa v’inahareo? Hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy:
10 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.
Ia ama’areo ty handrindriñe o lalakoo tsy mone ho viañeñe an-kitreliko eo ty tsy vente’e! Tsy mahafale ahy nahareo, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy, vaho tsy noko o banabanam-pità’ areoo.
11 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.
Amy te boak’am-panjirihan’ andro añe pak’am-pitsofora’e, le ra’elahy amo fifeheañeo ty añarako; amy ze fañembohañe naho fañengañe mahakama malio ami’ty añarako, fa Ra’elahy amo kilakila’ ondatio ty añarako, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy.
12 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.”
F’ie teraterà’ areo, ami’ty atao’ areo ty hoe: Nivetàñe ty fandambaña’ i Talè, naho o vokare’eo, vaho tiva o mahakama’eo.
13 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?
Mbore atao’ areo ty hoe: Hete! mahamokotse! mbore injè’ areo, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy, endese’ areo ty nitavaneñe, ty mikotrile, naho ty boròka, vaho engae’ areo hisoroñañe, ho noko am-pità’areo hao? hoe t’Iehovà.
14 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.
Fàtse ty mpikatramo, ie aman-kobatròke amy lia-rai’ey, le ie mifanta: i aman-kàndray ty engae’e amy Talè, Izaho Mpanjaka ra’elahy, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy, naho añeveñañe amo fifeheañeo ty añarako.
