Malachi 1
1 The oracle of the word of Yahweh, unto Israel, —by the hand of Malachi.
Revelasyon pawòl SENYÈ a bay Israël pa Malachie.
2 I have loved you, saith Yahweh, and yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Is not Esau, brother, to Jacob? enquireth Yahweh, Yet have I loved Jacob,
“Mwen te renmen nou,” pale SENYÈ a. Men ou di: “Nan kisa ou te renmen nou an?” “Se pa Ésaü ki te frè Jacob?” deklare SENYÈ a. “Men se Jacob Mwen te renmen;
3 And, Esau, have I hated, — and made his mountains a desolation, and his inheritance [a dwelling] for the jackals of the wilderness.
men Mwen te rayi Ésaü. Mwen te fè mòn li yo vin yon kote dezole, e Mwen te livre eritaj li bay chen mawon dezè yo.”
4 Whereas Edom, may say, We are laid waste, but we will again build the desolate places, Thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, They, may build, but, I, will pull down, — and men shall call them, The Boundary of Lawlessness, and, The people with whom Yahweh hath indignation unto times age-abiding;
Tandiske Edom di: “Yo fin bat nou nèt, men nou va retounen vin bati sou ranblè yo;” konsa pale SENYÈ Dèzame yo: “Yo va bati, men mwen va jete; konsa, moun va rele yo peyi mechan an, e pèp sou sila SENYÈ a fache pou tout tan an.”
5 And, your own eyes, shall see, —and, ye yourselves, shall say, Yahweh, be magnified, beyond the boundary of Israel.
Zye nou va wè sa e nou va di: “SENYÈ a gran, menm pi lwen lizyè Israël la!”
6 A son, will honour a father, and, a servant, his lord, — If then, a father, I am, where is mine honour? And, if, a lord, I am, where is my reverence? saith Yahweh of hosts— to you, ye priests, who despise my Name, and yet say, Wherein have we despised thy Name?
“Yon fis onore papa li, e yon sèvitè onore mèt li. Alò, si Mwen se yon papa, kote onè pa M nan? Epi si Mwen se yon mèt, kote respè M nan?” pale SENYÈ Dèzame yo a prèt yo ki meprize non Mwen an. “Men nou di: ‘Nan kisa nou te meprize non Ou an?’
7 In bringing near upon mine altar, polluted food, while yet ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? Because ye say, As for the table of Yahweh, a thing to be despised, it is;
N ap ofri pen ki souye sou lotèl Mwen an. Men nou di: ‘Nan kisa nou te souye Ou a?’ Nan sa, n ap di: ‘Tab SENYÈ a meprizab.’
8 And when ye bring near the blind as a sacrifice, [saying] —No harm! or when ye bring near the lame or the sick [saying] —No harm! Offer it, I pray you, unto thy pasha, Will he accept thee? or lift up thy countenance? saith Yahweh of hosts.
Lè nou ofri bèt avèg kon sakrifis la, èske sa pa yon mal? Epi lè nou ofri bèt ki bwate, e ki malad la, èske sa pa yon mal? Poukisa nou pa ofri sa yo bay gwo chèf peyi a? Èske l ap kontan avèk nou? Oswa, èske se ak dousè ak kè kontan ke l ap aksepte nou?” pale SENYÈ Dèzame yo.
9 Now, therefore, pacify, I pray you, the face of GOD, that he may grant us favour, —at your hands, hath this come to pass, Will he lift up the countenances, of any of you? saith Yahweh of hosts.
Men koulye a, chèche mande favè Bondye, pou Li kapab beni nou? Ak yon ofrann konsa, èske L ap aksepte okenn nan nou ak dousè? mande SENYÈ Dèzame yo.
10 Who is there, even among you, that will shut the doors, so as not to set light to mine altar, for nothing? I can take no pleasure in you, saith Yahweh of hosts, and, your present, can I not accept at your hand.
O ke te genyen youn nan nou pou ta fèmen pòt yo, pou nou pa ta chofe dife pou granmèsi sou lotèl Mwen an! “Mwen pa kontan avèk nou”, pale SENYÈ Dèzame yo. “Ofrann nan k ap sòti nan men nou, Mwen p ap aksepte l nonpli.
11 For, from the rising of the sun, even unto the going in thereof, great is my Name among the nations, and, in every place, incense, is offered to my Name, and a pure present, —for great is my Name among the nations, saith Yahweh of hosts.
Paske depi solèy la leve jis rive kote li kouche a, non Mwen va gran pami nasyon yo, e tout kote, lansan ak ofrann sereyal ki san tach va vin ofri a non Mwen. Paske non Mwen va gran pami nasyon yo,” pale SENYÈ Dèzame yo.
12 But ye are profaning me, — in that ye say, As for the table of the Lord, polluted it is, and, as for his produce, contemptible is his food.
“Men nou ap pwofane li lè nou di: ‘Tab SENYÈ a vin souye, fwi li, menm manje li vin meprizab.’
13 And ye have said, Lo! what a weariness! And ye have snuffed at Me, saith Yahweh of hosts, and have brought in the torn and the lame and the sick, thus have ye brought the present, — Could I accept it at your hand? saith Yahweh.
Nou di tou: ‘Gade, a la fatigan sa fatigan!’ Nou pa vle menm pran sant li,” pale SENYÈ Dèzame yo. “Konsa, nou te pote sa ke yo te pran nan vyolans, sa ki te bwate ak sa ki te malad. Konsa menm, nou pote ofrann nan! Èske se sa ke Mwen ta dwe aksepte nan men nou an?” pale SENYÈ a.
14 But accursed is he that defraudeth, who, when there is in his flock a male, yet voweth and sacrificeth a corrupt thing to the Lord, for, a great king, am I, saith Yahweh of hosts, and, my Name, is revered among the nations.
“Men malè pou sila k ap twonpe a, ki gen nan bann mouton li an, yon mal, ki fè sèman pou livre li, men ki anfen, fè sakrifis bay SENYÈ a ak yon bèt ki gen defo. Paske Mwen se yon gwo Wa,” pale SENYÈ Dèzame yo, “e non Mwen etonnan pami nasyon yo.”
