< Malachi 1 >

1 An oracle: the word of YHWH to Israel by Malachi.
Et Udsagn; HERRENS Ord til Israel ved Malakias.
2 "I have loved you," says YHWH. Yet you say, "How have you loved us?" "Wasn't Esau Jacob's brother?" says YHWH, "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 but Esau I hated, and made his mountains a desolation, and gave his heritage to the jackals of the wilderness."
og hader Esau. Jeg har gjort hans Bjerge til Ørk og hans Arvelod til Øde.
4 Whereas Edom says, "We are beaten down, but we will return and build the waste places;" thus says YHWH of hosts, "They shall build, but I will throw down; and men will call them 'The Wicked Land,' even the people against whom YHWH shows wrath forever."
Naar Edom siger: »Vi er ødelagt, men vi bygger atter paa Tomterne«, saa siger Hærskarers HERRE: De bygger, men jeg river ned! De skal kaldes Gudløsheds Land og det Folk, HERREN i al Evighed vredes paa.
5 Your eyes will see, and you will say, "YHWH is great—even beyond the border of Israel."
I skal se det med egne Øjne og sige: »HERRENS Vælde naar ud over Israels Grænser.«
6 "A son honors his father, and a servant his master. If I am a father, then where is my honor? And if I am a master, where is the respect due me? says YHWH of hosts to you, cohanim, who despise my name. You say, 'How have we despised your 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 You offer defiled bread on my altar. You say, 'How have we defiled you?' In that you say, 'YHWH's table is despised, and its fruit, its food, is despised.'
Ved at bringe urent Brød paa mit Alter! I spørger: »Hvorved har vi gjort det urent?« Ved at sige: »HERRENS Bord er lidet værd.«
8 When you offer the blind for sacrifice, isn't that evil? And when you offer the lame and sick, isn't that evil? Present it now to your governor. Will he be pleased with you? Or will he accept your person?" says YHWH of hosts.
Naar I bringer blinde Dyr som Offer, er der saa ikke noget ondt deri? Naar I bringer halte og syge Dyr, er der saa ikke noget ondt deri? Bring dem engang til din Statholder! Mon han vil synes derom og tage vel imod dig? siger Hærskarers HERRE.
9 "Now, please entreat the favor of God, that he may be gracious to us. With this, will he accept any of you?" says YHWH of hosts.
Og saa vil I stemme Gud til Mildhed dermed, at han maa være os naadig! Fra eders Haand kommer slige Ting! Mon han vil tage vel imod eder, siger Hærskarers HERRE.
10 "Oh that there were one among you who would shut the doors, that you might not kindle fire on my altar in vain. I have no pleasure in you," says YHWH of hosts, "neither will I accept an offering at your hand.
Vilde dog en af eder lukke Dørene, saa I ikke til ingen Gavn skulde gøre Ild paa mit Alter! Jeg bryder mig ikke om eder, siger Hærskarers HERRE, og ønsker ikke Offergaver af eders Haand.
11 For from the rising of the sun even to the going down of the same, my name is great among the nations, and in every place incense will be offered to my name, and a pure offering: for my name is great among the nations," says YHWH of hosts.
Thi fra Stedet, hvor Solen staar op, til Stedet, hvor den gaar 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 you profane it, in that you say, 'YHWH's table is defiled, and its fruit, its food, is despised.'
Men I vanhelliger det ved at sige: »Herrens Bord er urent, og ussel Frugt er hans Mad.«
13 You say also, 'Look, what a weariness it is.' and you sniff scornfully at it," says YHWH of hosts; "and you have brought that which was taken by violence, the lame, and the sick; thus you bring the offering. Should I accept this from your hand?" says YHWH of hosts.
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 Haand? siger HERREN.
14 "But the deceiver is cursed, who has in his flock a male, and vows, and sacrifices to YHWH a blemished thing; for I am a great King," says YHWH of hosts, "and my name is awesome 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.

< Malachi 1 >