Malakias 1

1 Et Udsagn; HERRENs Ord til Israel ved Malakias.

The burden of the word of Jehovah to Israel by Malachi.

2 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

I have loved you, says Jehovah. Yet ye say, How have thou loved us? Was not Esau Jacob's brother, says Jehovah. Yet I loved Jacob,

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

but Esau I regarded inferior, and made his mountains a desolation, and gave his heritage to the jackals of the wilderness.

4 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.

Whereas Edom says, We are beaten down, but we will return and build the waste places, thus says Jehovah of hosts: They shall build, but I will throw down, and men shall call them the border of wickedness, and the people against whom Jehovah has indignation forever.

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

And your eyes shall see, and ye shall say, Jehovah be magnified beyond the border of Israel.

6 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?"

A son honors his father, and a servant his master. If then I am a father, where is my honor? And if I am a master, where is my fear? says Jehovah of hosts to you, O priests, who despise my name. And ye say, How have we despised thy name?

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

Ye offer polluted bread upon my altar. And ye say, How have we polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of Jehovah is contemptible.

8 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.

And when ye offer the blind for sacrifice, ye say, It is no evil! and when ye offer the lame and sick, It is no evil! Present it now to thy governor. Will he be pleased with thee, or will he accept thy person? says Jehovah of hosts.

9 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.

Ye say, And now, I pray you, entreat the favor of God, that he may be gracious to us; this has been by your means. Will he accept any of your persons? says Jehovah of hosts.

10 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.

Oh that there was among you who would shut the doors, that ye might not kindle my altar in vain! I have no pleasure in you, says Jehovah of hosts, nor will I accept an offering at your hand.

11 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.

For from the rising of the sun even to the going down of the same, my name is great among the Gentiles. And in every place incense is offered to my name, and a pure offering. For my name is great among the Gentiles, says Jehovah of hosts.

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

But ye profane it, in that ye say, The table of Jehovah is polluted. And the fruit of it, even its food, is contemptible.

13 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.

Ye also say, Behold, what a weariness it is! And ye have sniffed at it, says Jehovah of hosts. And ye have brought that which was taken by violence, and the lame, and the sick. Thus ye bring the offering. Should I accept this at your hand? says Jehovah.

14 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.

But cursed be the deceiver, who has in his flock a male, and vows, and sacrifices to the Lord a blemished thing. For I am a great King, says Jehovah of hosts, and my name is feared among the Gentiles.