KJV Malachi Chapter 1
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.