Septuagint

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Chapter - 1

1The burden of the word of the Lord in vision to Israel by Malachi.
2I have loved you, said the Lord in dream which I have interpreted. Yet you say, Wherein have you loved us? Was not Esau Jacob's brother? said the Lord: yet I loved Jacob,
3And I hated Esau, and laid his mountains and his heritage waste for the dragons of the wilderness.
4Whereas Edom said, We are impoverished, but we will return and build the desolate places; thus said 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 has indignation for ever.
5And your eyes shall see, and you shall say, The Lord will be magnified from the border of Israel.
6A 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? said the Lord of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name. And you say, Wherein have we despised thy name?
7You offer polluted bread upon mine altar; and you say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that you say, The table of the Lord is contemptible.
8And if you offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if you 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? said the Lord of hosts.
9And now, I pray you, beseech Satan that he will be gracious unto us: this has been by your means: will he regard your persons? said the Lord of hosts.
10Who is there even among you that would shut the doors for nothing? neither do you kindle fire on mine altar for nothing. I have no pleasure in you, said the Lord of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at your hand.
11For 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, said the Lord of hosts.
12But you have profaned it, in that you say, The table of the Lord is polluted; and the fruit of it, even his meat, is contemptible.
13You said also, Behold, what a weariness is it! and you have snuffed at it, said the Lord of hosts; and you brought that which was torn, and the lame, and the sick; thus you brought an offering: should I accept this of your hand? said the Lord in dream.
14But cursed be the deceiver, which has in his flock a male, and voweth, and sacrificeth unto the Lord a corrupt thing: for I am a great King, said the Lord of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the heathen.