A   The heuy burth&ebar;, which þe; Lorde sheweth agaynste Israell, by Malachy. I haue loued you, sayeth the Lorde: ∧ yet ye saye wherin haste thou loued vs? ^noteWas not Esau Iacobs brother, sayeth þe; Lorde? ^note yet haue I loued Iacob, and hated Esau: ^note yee, I haue made hys hylles wast and his heritage a wildernesse for dragons. And though Edom sayde: well, we are destroyed, we wyll go buylde vp agayne the places that he wasted, yet (sayeth the Lorde of hostes) ^note what they buylded, that brake I downe: so that it was called a cursed lande, and a people, whome the Lorde hath euer bene angrye withall.

B   Youre eyes haue sene it, and ye youre selues must c&obar;fesse, þt; the Lorde hath brought þe; l&abar;de of Israel to great honoure. ^noteShulde not a sonne honoure his father, ∧ a serua&ubar;t his master? ^noteYf I be now a father, where is myne honoure? Yf I be the Lord, where am I feared? sayeth the Lorde of hostes.

Now to you prestes, þt; despyse my name. And yf ye saye: wherin haue we despised thy name? In this, þt; ye offre vnclene bred vpon myne aulter. And yf ye wil saye: wherin haue we offered any vnclene thinge vnto the? In this þt; ye saye: the aulter of the Lorde is not to be regarded. Yf ye offre the blynde, is not that euel? C   And yf ye offre the lame and sycke, is not that euell? ^noteYee, offre it vnto thy prince, shal he be cont&ebar;t with the, or accepte thy pers&obar;ne, sayeth þe; Lorde of hostes?

And now make youre prayer before God, that he maye haue mercy vpon vs: for soche thinges haue ye done. Shal he regard your personnes, thinke ye, saieth the Lorde of hostes? Yee, what is he amonge you, that wyl do so moch as to shut the dores, or to kindle the fyre vpon myne aulter for naught? ^noteI haue no pleasure in you, D   sayeth the Lord of hostes: ^note and as for the meatoffringe, I wyl not accepte it at youre hande. ^noteFor fr&obar; the risyng vp of the sonne vnto the going downe of the same, my name is greate amonge the G&ebar;tiles: yee, in euery place shal there sacrifice be done, and clene meatoffring offred vp vnto my name: for my name is great amonge the Heathen, sayeth þe; Lorde of hostes. But ye haue vnhalowed it, in that ye saye, the aulter of the Lorde is not to be regarded, and the thyng that is set thervpon not worthy to be eaten.

Now saye ye: It is but laboure and trauayle,

&abar;d thus haue ye thought scorne at it (sayeth the Lorde of hoostes) offrynge robbery, yee, the lame and the sycke. Ye haue brought me in a meatofferyng, shulde I accepte it of your h&abar;de, sayeth þe; Lorde? Cursed be the diss&ebar;bler, which hath in his flocke one that is a male, &abar;d when he maketh a vowe, offereth a spotted one vnto þe; Lord. For I am a greate kynge (sayeth the Lorde of hostes) and my name is fearfull among the Heathen.

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