39:001:006 A 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?

39:001:007 Ye 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.

39:001:008 And 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.

39:001:009 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.

39:001:010 Who 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.

39:001:011 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.

39:001:012 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.

39:001:013 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.

39:001:014 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.

39:002:001 And now, O ye priests, this commandment is for you.

39:002:002 If ye will not hear, and if ye will not lay it to heart, to
           give glory unto my name, saith the lord of hosts, I will even
           send a curse upon you, and I will curse your blessings:  yea, I
           have cursed them already, because ye do not lay it to heart.

39:002:003 Behold, I will corrupt your seed, and spread dung upon your
           faces, even the dung of your solemn feasts; and one shall take
           you away with it.