Malachi 1

1 The burden of a word of Jehovah unto Israel by the hand of Malachi:

Et Udsagn; HERRENS Ord til Israel ved Malakias.

2 I have loved you, said Jehovah, And ye have said, 'In what hast Thou loved us?'

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 Is not Esau Jacob's brother? — an affirmation of Jehovah, And I love Jacob, and Esau I have hated, And I make his mountains a desolation, And his inheritance for dragons of a wilderness.

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

4 Because Edom saith, 'We have been made poor, And we turn back and we build the wastes,' Thus said Jehovah of Hosts: They do build, and I do destroy, And [men] have called to them, 'O region of wickedness,' 'O people whom Jehovah defied to the age.'

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 do see, and ye say, 'Magnified is Jehovah beyond the border of Israel,

I skal se det med egne Øjne og sige: »HERRENS Vælde naar ud over Israels Grænser.«

6 A son honoureth a father, and a servant his master. And if I [am] a father, where [is] Mine honour? And if I [am] a master, where [is] My fear? Said Jehovah of Hosts to you, O priests, despising My name! And ye have said: 'In what 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 are bringing nigh on Mine altar polluted bread, And ye have said: 'In what have we polluted Thee?' In your saying: 'The table of Jehovah — it [is] despicable,'

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 when ye bring nigh the blind for sacrifice, 'There is no evil,' And when ye bring nigh the lame and sick, 'There is no evil;' Bring it near, I pray thee, to thy governor — Doth he accept thee? or doth he lift up thy face? Said Jehovah 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, appease, I pray thee, the face of God, And He doth favour us; From your own hand hath this been, Doth He accept of you appearances? Said Jehovah 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] even among you, And he shutteth the two-leaved doors? Yea, ye do not kindle Mine altar for nought, I have no pleasure in you, said Jehovah of Hosts, And a present I do not accept of 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 to its going in, Great [is] My name among nations, And in every place perfume is brought nigh to My name, and a pure present, For great [is] My name among nations, Said Jehovah 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 And ye are polluting it in your saying, 'The table of Jehovah — it is polluted, As to its fruit — despicable is its food.'

Men I vanhelliger det ved at sige: »Herrens Bord er urent, og ussel Frugt er hans Mad.«

13 And ye have said, 'Lo, what a weariness,' And ye have puffed at it, said Jehovah of Hosts, And ye have brought in plunder, And the lame and the sick, And ye have brought in the present! Do I accept it from your hand? said Jehovah.

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 And cursed [is] a deceiver, who hath in his drove a male, And is vowing, and is sacrificing a marred thing to the Lord, For a great king [am] I, said Jehovah of Hosts, And My name [is] revered among 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.