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1 The bur­den of the word of the LORD to Is­rael by Malachi. 2 I have loved you, saith the LORD. Yet ye say, Where­in hast thou loved us? Was not Esau Jacob's broth­er? saith the LORD: yet I loved Ja­cob, 3 And I hat­ed Esau, and laid his moun­tains and his her­itage waste for the drag­ons of the wilder­ness. 4 Where­as 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. 5 And your eyes shall see, and ye shall say, The LORD will be mag­ni­fied from the bor­der of Is­rael. 6 A son hon­oureth his fa­ther, and a ser­vant his mas­ter: if then I be a fa­ther, where is mine hon­our? and if I be a mas­ter, where is my fear? saith the LORD of hosts unto you, O priests, that de­spise my name. And ye say, Where­in have we de­spised thy name? 7 Ye of­fer pol­lut­ed bread upon mine al­tar; and ye say, Where­in have we pol­lut­ed thee? In that ye say, The table of the LORD is con­temptible. 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 unto thy gov­er­nor; will he be pleased with thee, or ac­cept thy per­son? saith the LORD of hosts. 9 And now, I pray you, be­seech God that he will be gra­cious unto us: this hath been by your means: will he re­gard your per­sons? saith the LORD of hosts. 10 Who is there even among you that would shut the doors ­for nought? nei­ther do ye kin­dle fire on mine al­tar for nought. I have no plea­sure in you, saith the LORD of hosts, nei­ther will I ac­cept an of­fer­ing at your hand. 11 For from the ris­ing of the sun even unto the go­ing down of the same my name shall be great among the Gen­tiles; and in ev­ery place in­cense shall be of­fered unto my name, and a pure of­fer­ing: for my name shall be great among the hea­then, saith the LORD of hosts. 12 But ye have pro­faned it, in that ye say, The table of the LORD is pol­lut­ed; and the fruit there­of, even his meat, is con­temptible. 13 Ye said al­so, Be­hold, what a weari­ness is it! and ye have snuffed 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 of your hand? saith the LORD. 14 But cursed be the de­ceiv­er, which hath in his flock a male, and voweth, and sac­ri­ficeth unto the Lord a cor­rupt thing: for I am a great King, saith the LORD of hosts, and my name is dread­ful among the hea­then.