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Malachi 2:3

Holy Bible: Easy-to-Read Version

“Look, I will punish your descendants. During the festivals, you priests offer sacrifices to me. You take the dung and inside parts from the dead animals and throw them away. But I will smear the dung on your faces, and you will be thrown away with it!

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I will throw dirty things on you and treat you in a hateful way. People will look at you and laugh.

“You don’t live the way I told you. You have not accepted my teachings. So I will cause people to hate you and think you are worth nothing.”

We planted seeds, but the seeds became dry and dead lying in the soil. Our plants are dry and dead. Our barns are empty and falling down.

So Jeroboam, I will bring troubles to your family. I will kill all the men in your family. I will destroy your family completely, like fire burning up dung.

Then take the bull’s meat, his skin, and his other parts and go outside your camp and burn them. This bull is an offering to take away the sins of the priests.

When people say bad things about us, we try to say something that will help them. But people still treat us like the world’s garbage—everyone’s trash.

It is worth nothing. You can’t even use it as dirt or dung. People just throw it away. “You people who hear me, listen!”

They will spread the bones on the ground under the sun, the moon, and the stars. The people of Jerusalem love to worship the sun, the moon, and the stars. No one will gather the bones and bury them again. So the bones of those people will be like dung thrown on the ground.

You destroyed the enemy at Endor, and their bodies rotted on the ground.

But he will be gone forever like his own body waste. People who knew him will say, ‘Where is he?’

If you do that, I will cause terrible things to happen to you. I will cause you to have disease and fever. They will destroy your eyes and take away your life. You will not have success when you plant your seed. And your enemies will eat your crops.

“Your fields will produce plenty of grain. But your harvest will be small, because the locusts will eat your harvest.

The Lord God goes up to his throne at the sound of the trumpet and horn.

The fields are ruined. Even the ground is crying because the grain is destroyed; the new wine is dried up, and the olive oil is gone.




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