1Malachi's got a word from the Lord for Israel, and it’s heavy, fam.

2God’s like, “I’ve loved you,” but you’re out here like, “How?” Remember Esau? He was Jacob’s bro, but I vibed with Jacob more, no cap.

3And I was not feeling Esau, so I wrecked his mountains and left his land a total wasteland for the wilderness vibes.

4Edom's out here saying they’re broke but plan to rebuild their spots; God’s like, “They can build, but I’m about to tear it down; it’s gonna be wicked vibes forever.”

5You’ll see it, and you’ll say, “The Lord is getting all the hype from Israel’s borders.”

6A son shows his dad respect, and a servant his boss; so if I’m your Father, where’s my respect? If I’m your boss, where’s the fear? Y’all priests are acting sus, asking how you dissed my name.

7You’re bringing trash bread to my altar and asking how you’ve messed it up? You’re saying, “The Lord’s table is lame.”

8If you offer up blind animals for sacrifice, isn’t that just wrong? If you bring the lame and sick, isn’t that sus? Try giving that to your governor; will he be cool with it?

9Now I’m asking you to hit up God for some grace; this mess is on you. Will He even notice you?

10Who’s even gonna close the doors for nothing? You’re not lighting fires on my altar for free. I’m not vibing with you, and I won’t take your offerings, periodt.

11From sunrise to sunset, my name’s gonna be legendary among the Gentiles; incense and pure offerings will be lit everywhere, 'cause my name is fire among the nations.

12But you’ve made it all sus, saying the Lord’s table is polluted, and the food’s a joke.

13You’re acting all tired of it and rolling your eyes, bringing in the messed-up stuff; should I even accept that from you?

14But cursed be the liar who’s got a male in his flock and offers a whack sacrifice to the Lord; I’m a great King, and my name is scary dope among the nations.

1The burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by Malachi.

2I 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,

3And I hated Esau, and laid his mountains and his heritage waste for the dragons of the wilderness.

4Whereas 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.

5And your eyes shall see, and ye 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? saith the Lord of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name. And ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?

7Ye 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.

8And 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.

9And 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.

10Who 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.

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, saith the Lord of hosts.

12But ye have profaned it, in that ye say, The table of the Lord is polluted; and the fruit thereof, even his meat, is contemptible.

13Ye 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.

14But 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.