10 Oh that there were one among you who would shut the doors, that you might not kindle fire on my altar in vain! I have ^kno pleasure in you, says the Lord of hosts, and I will ^lnot accept an offering from your hand. 11 For from the rising of the sun to its setting ^mmy name will be¹ great among the nations, and in every place incense will be offered to my name, and a pure offering. For my name will be great among the nations, says the Lord of hosts. 12 But you profane it when you say that the Lord’s table is polluted, and its fruit, that is, its food, may be despised. 13 But you say, ‘What a weariness this is,’ and you snort at it, says the Lord of hosts. You bring what has been taken by violence or is lame or sick, and this you bring as your offering! Shall I accept that from your hand? says the Lord.