Malachi 1
1 The burden of the word of the LORD to Israel by Malachi.
Et Udsagn; HERRENS Ord til Israel ved Malakias.
2 I have loved you, saith the LORD. Yet ye say, How hast thou loved us? Was not Esau Jacob’s brother? 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 I hated Esau, and laid his mountains and his heritage waste for the dragons of the wilderness.
og hader Esau. Jeg har gjort hans Bjerge til Ørk og hans Arvelod til Øde.
4 Though Edom saith, We are impoverished, but we will return and build the desolate places; thus saith the LORD of hosts, They shall build, but I will throw down; and they shall call them, The border of wickedness, and, The people against whom the LORD hath indignation for ever.
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 And your eyes shall see, and ye shall say, The LORD will be magnified from the border of Israel.
I skal se det med egne Øjne og sige: »HERRENS Vælde naar ud over Israels Grænser.«
6 A son honoureth his father, and a servant his master: if then I am a father, where is my honour? and if I am a master, where is my fear? saith the LORD of hosts to you, O priests, that despise my name. And ye say, How 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 polluted bread upon my altar; and ye say, How have we polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of the LORD is contemptible.
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 And if ye offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if ye offer the lame and sick, is it not evil? offer it now to thy governor; will he be pleased with thee, or accept thy person? saith the LORD 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 And now, I pray you, beseech God that he will be gracious to us: this hath been by your means: will he regard your person? saith the LORD 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 Who is there even among you that would shut the doors for nought? neither do ye kindle fire on my altar for nought. I have no pleasure in you, saith the LORD 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 setting of the same my name shall be great among the Gentiles; and in every place incense shall be offered to my name, and a pure offering: for my name shall be great among the heathen, saith the LORD 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 ye have profaned it, in that ye say, The table of the LORD is polluted; and the fruit of it, even his food, is contemptible.
Men I vanhelliger det ved at sige: »Herrens Bord er urent, og ussel Frugt er hans Mad.«
13 Ye said also, Behold, what a weariness is it! and ye have sneered at it, saith the LORD of hosts; and ye brought that which was torn, and the lame, and the sick; thus ye brought an offering: should I accept this 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 Haand? siger HERREN.
14 But cursed be the deceiver, who hath in his flock a male, and voweth, and sacrificeth to the Lord a corrupt thing: for I am a great King, saith the LORD of hosts, and my name is terrible among the heathen.
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.
