Malachi 1
1 The burden of the woorde of the Lord to Israel by the ministerie of Malachi.
Fetse: ty tsara’ Iehovà am’ Israele añamy Malaký.
2 I haue loued you, sayth the Lord: yet yee say, Wherein hast thou loued vs? Was not Esau Iaakobs brother, saith the Lord? yet I loued Iaakob,
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 And I hated Esau, and made his mountaines wast, and his heritage a wildernes for dragons.
naho nihejeko t’i Esave, nampangoakoaheko o tamboho’eo, vaho natoloko amo farasim- patram-beio ty lova’e.
4 Though Edom say, wee are impouerished, but we will returne and build the desolate places, yet sayeth the Lord of hostes, they shall builde, but I will destroy it, and they shall call them, The border of wickednes, and the people, with whome the Lord is angrie for euer.
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 shall see it, and yee shall say, The Lord will be magnified vpon the border of Israel.
Ho isa’ o fihaino’areoo, vaho hanao ty hoe: Jabahinake t’Iehovà alafe’ o efe-tane’ Israeleo.
6 A sonne honoureth his father, and a seruant his master. If then I be a father, where is mine honour? and if I be a master, where is my feare, sayth the Lord of hostes vnto you, O Priestes, that despise my Name? and yee say, Wherein haue we despised thy 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 Ye offer vncleane bread vpon mine altar, and you say, Wherein haue we polluted thee? In that ye say the table of the Lord is not to be regarded.
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 And if yee offer the blinde for sacrifice, it is not euill: and if ye offer the lame and sicke, it is not euill: offer it nowe vnto thy prince: will he be content with thee, or accept thy person, saieth the Lord of hostes?
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 nowe, I pray you, pray before God, that he may haue mercie vpon vs: this hath beene by your meanes: will hee regard your persons, sayth the Lord of hostes?
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 euen among you, that would shut the doores? and kindle not fire on mine altar in vaine, I haue no pleasure in you, sayeth the Lord of hostes, neither will I accept an offering at your hande.
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 sunne vnto the going downe of the same, my Name is great among the Gentiles, and in euery place incense shalbe offred vnto my Name, and a pure offering: for my Name is great among the heathen, sayeth the Lord of hostes.
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 But ye haue polluted it, in that ye say, The table of the Lord is polluted and the fruit thereof, euen his meat is not to be regarded.
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 Ye said also, Beholde, it is a wearines, and ye haue snuffed at it, sayth the Lord of hostes, and ye offred that which was torne, and the lame and the sicke: thus yee offred an offring: shoulde I accept this of your hand, sayth 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 But cursed be the deceiuer, which hath in his flocke a male, and voweth, and sacrificeth vnto ye Lord a corrupt thing: for I am a great King, sayth the Lord of hostes, and my Name is terrible among the heathen.
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.
