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

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I have loved you, saith YAHUVEH. Yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Was not Esau Jacob's brother, saith YAHUVEH: yet I loved Jacob;

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

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Whereas Edom saith, We are beaten down, but we will return and build the waste places; thus saith YAHUVEH of hosts, They shall build, but I will throw down; and men shall call them The border of wickedness, and The people against whom YAHUVEH hath indignation for ever.

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

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A son honoreth his father, and a servant his master: if then I am a father, where is mine honor? and if I am a master, where is my fear? saith YAHUVEH of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name. And ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?

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Ye offer polluted bread upon mine altar. And ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of YAHUVEH is contemptible.

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And when ye offer the blind for sacrifice, it is no evil! and when ye offer the lame and sick, it is no evil! Present it now unto thy governor; will he be pleased with thee? or will he accept thy person? saith YAHUVEH of hosts.

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And now, I pray you, entreat the favor of YAHUVEH, that he may be gracious unto us: this hath been by your means: will he accept any of your persons? saith YAHUVEH of hosts.

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Oh that there were one among you that would shut the doors, that ye might not kindle fire on mine altar in vain! I have no pleasure in you, saith YAHUVEH of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at your hand.

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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 Gentiles, saith YAHUVEH of hosts.

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

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Ye say also, Behold, what a weariness is it! and ye have snuffed at it, saith YAHUVEH 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? saith YAHUVEH.

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But cursed be the deceiver, who hath in his flock a male, and voweth, and sacrificeth unto the Master a blemished thing; for I am a great King, saith YAHUVEH of hosts, and my name is terrible among the Gentiles.