Malachi 1

1 The prophecy of the word of the Lord to Israel by means of Malachi.

Herrens Ords Profeti over Israel ved Malakias.

2 I have loved you, so hath said the Lord: yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Is not Esau brother to Jacob? saith the Lord: yet I loved Jacob;

Jeg har elsket eder, siger Herren; men I sige: Hvorudi har du elsket os? Er ikke Esau Jakobs Broder? siger Herren, dog elskede jeg Jakob.

3 And Esau I hated; and I rendered his mountains a desert, and his heritage a dwelling for the monsters of the wilderness.

Men Esau hadede jeg og gjorde hans Bjerge øde og hans Arv til Hjem for Ørkens Drager.

4 Should Edom even say, We are impoverished; but we will return and build the ruined places: thus hath said the Lord of hosts, They may indeed build, but I will surely throw down; and men shall call them, The territory of wickedness, and, The people against whom the Lord hath indignation to eternity.

Naar Edom siger: Vi ere knuste, men vi ville komme igen og opbygge de øde Stæder, da siger den Herre Zebaoth saaledes: De ville bygge, men jeg vil nedbryde, og man skal kalde dem Ugudeligheds Land og det Folk, paa hvilket Herren er vred indtil evig Tid.

5 And your eyes shall see it; and ye shall then say, The Lord will be magnified beyond the territory of Israel.

Og eders Øjne skulle se det, og I skulle sige: Herren er stor over Israels Land.

6 A son honoreth his father, and a servant his master: if then I be a father, where is my honor? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith the Lord of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name; and ye say, wherein have we despised thy name?

En Søn skal ære Faderen og en Tjener sin Herre; dersom jeg da er Fader, hvor er min Ære? og er jeg Herre, hvor er Frygten for mig? siger den Herre Zebaoth til eder, I Præster, som foragte mit Navn, og dog sige: Hvormed have vi foragtet dit Navn?

7 Ye offer upon my altar polluted bread; and ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of the Lord is contemptible.

I, som fremføre besmittet Brød paa mit Alter, og dog sige: Hvormed besmitte vi dig? Dermed, at I sige: Herrens Bord er foragteligt.

8 And if ye bring near the blind to sacrifice it, is this not evil? and if ye bring near the lame and the sick, is this not evil? do but present it unto thy governor, will he be pleased with thee, or receive thee with favor? saith the Lord of hosts.

Og naar I fremføre noget blindt til at ofres, se I intet ondt deri; og naar I fremføre noget halt eller sygt, se I intet ondt deri; bring dog din Landshøvding det! mon han vil finde Behag i dig eller være dig naadig? siger den Herre Zebaoth.

9 And now, I pray you, beseech the presence of God that he may be gracious unto us; from your hand hath this thing come: will he receive one of you with favor? saith the Lord of hosts.

Og nu, beder dog ydmygelig for Guds Ansigt, at han vil forbarme sig over os! — af eders Haand er dette begaaet, — mon han for eders Skyld vil være naadig? siger den Herre Zebaoth.

10 Oh that there were some one among you that would lock up the doors [of the sanctuary], that ye might not light up my altar for nought: I have no pleasure in you, saith the Lord of hosts, neither will I accept in favor an offering from your hand.

Gid der dog var een iblandt eder, som vilde tillukke Dørene, at I ikke skulde optænde Ild paa mit Alter forgæves? jeg har ingen Lyst til eder, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og har ikke Behag i Offergaver af eders Haand.

11 For from the rising of the sun even unto his going down my name is great among the nations; and in every place incense is burnt and there is offered unto my name, even a pure offering; for great is my name among the nations, saith the Lord of hosts.

Thi fra Solens Opgang og indtil dens Nedgang er mit Navn stort iblandt Hedningerne, og paa hvert Sted bliver der ofret Røgelse, bliver der frembaaret for mit Navn og det rene Offergaver; thi stort er mit Navn iblandt Hedningerne, siger den Herre Zebaoth.

12 But ye profane it, in that ye say, The table of the Lord is polluted, and by the assertion, Its food is contemptible.

Men I vanhellige det, idet I sige: Herrens Bord, det er besmittet, og hvad angaar det, som ydes dertil, at Maden derpaa er foragtelig.

13 And ye have said, Behold, what a wearisome task is it! and ye have left it to famish, saith the Lord of hosts; and ye have brought what was robbed, and the lame, and the sick, and thus ye have brought an offering: should I accept this in favor from your hand? saith the Lord.

Og I sige: Se, hvilken Møje! og I blæse ad det, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og I fremføre, hvad der er røvet, og det halte og det syge, ja, fremføre det som Offergave; skulde jeg have Behag i saadant af eders Haand? siger Herren.

14 But cursed be the deceiver, who hath in his flock a male, and voweth, and sacrificeth a corrupt thing unto the Lord; for I am a great king, saith the Lord of hosts, and my name is feared among the nations.

Og forbandet er den, som bedrager, naar han dog har en Han i sin Hjord, og den, som gør Løfte og ofrer noget beskadiget til Herren; thi jeg er en stor Konge, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og mit Navn er forfærdeligt iblandt Hedningerne.