Malachi chapter 1, the burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by Malachi.
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?
Who is there even among you that would shut the doors for naught?
Neither do ye kindle fire on mine altar for naught.
I have no pleasure in you, saith the Lord of hosts.
Neither will I accept an offering at your hand.
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.
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.
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?
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.