Malachi 1

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

Et Udsagn; HERRENs Ord til 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 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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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 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?"

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.

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

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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

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 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.

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.

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.