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1 And now (O ye prestes) this commaundement toucheth you:
2 yf ye wyll not heare it, ner regard it, to geue the glory vnto my name, sayeth the Lorde of hostes, I will sende a curse vpon you, & will curse youre blessynges: yee curse them wyll I yf ye do not take hede.
3 Beholde, I shall corrupte your sede, and cast donge in youre faces, euen the donge of youre solempne feastes and it shall cleue fast vpon you.
4 And ye shall knowe, that I haue sent thys commaundement vnto you: that my couenaunt which I made with Leui, might stande sayeth the Lorde of hoostes.
5 I made a couenaunt of lyfe & peace wyth him: this I gaue him, that he myght stande in awe of me: and so he dyd feare me, and had my name in reuerence.
6 The lawe of truthe was in his mouth, and there was no wickednesse founde in his lyppes. He walked with me in peace and equyte, and dyd turne many one awaye from their synnes.
7 For in the prestes lyppes shulde be sure knowledge, that men may seke the lawe at his mouth, for he is a messaunger of the Lorde of hostes.
8 But as for you, ye are gone clene out of the waye, and haue caused the multitude to be offended at the lawe: ye haue broken the couenaunt of Leui, sayeth the Lorde of hostes.