I Will Send My Messenger
( Matthew 11:7–19; Luke 7:24–35)

1Behold, I will send my messenger, and he shall prepare the way before me: and the Lorde whom ye seeke, shall speedely come to his Temple: euen the messenger of the couenant whom ye desire: beholde, he shall come, sayth the Lord of hostes. 2But who may abide the day of his coming? And who shall endure, when he appeareth? For he is like a purging fire, and like fullers sope. 3And he shall sit downe to trye and fine the siluer: he shall euen fine the sonnes of Leui and purifie them as golde and siluer, that they may bring offerings vnto the Lord in righteousnesse. 4Then shall the offerings of Iudah and Ierusalem be acceptable vnto the Lord, as in old time and in the yeeres afore.

5And I will come neere to you to iudgement, and I will be a swift witnesse against the southsayers, and against the adulterers, and against false swearers, and against those that wrongfully keepe backe the hirelings wages, and vexe the widowe, and the fatherlesse, and oppresse the stranger, and feare not me, sayth the Lord of hostes.

Robbing God

6For I am the Lord: I change not, and ye sonnes of Iaakob are not consumed.

7From the dayes of your fathers, ye are gone away from mine ordinances, and haue not kept them: returne vnto me, and I will returne vnto you, saith the Lord of hostes: but ye saide, Wherein shall we returne?

8Will a man spoyle his gods? yet haue ye spoyled me: but ye say, Wherein haue we spoyled thee? In tithes, and offerings. 9Ye are cursed with a curse: for ye haue spoyled me, euen this whole nation. 10Bring ye all the tythes into the storehouse that there may be meate in mine House, & proue me nowe herewith, sayeth the Lord of hostes, if I will not open the windowes of heauen vnto you, and powre you out a blessing without measure. 11And I will rebuke the deuourer for your sakes, and he shall not destroy the fruite of your grounde, neither shall your vine be baren in the fielde, sayeth the Lord of hostes. 12And all nations shall call you blessed: for ye shall be a pleasant lande, sayeth the Lorde of hostes.

The Book of Remembrance

13Your wordes haue bene stout against me, sayeth the Lorde: yet ye say, What haue we spoken against thee? 14Ye haue saide, It is in vaine to serue God: and what profite is it that we haue kept his commandement, and that we walked humbly before the Lord of hostes? 15Therefore wee count the proude blessed: euen they that worke wickednesse, are set vp, and they that tempt God, yea, they are deliuered.

16Then spake they that feared the Lorde, euery one to his neighbour, and the Lorde hearkened & heard it, and a booke of remembrance was written before him for them that feared the Lord, and that thought vpon his Name. 17And they shall be to me, sayeth the Lord of hostes, in that day that I shal do this, for a flocke, and I will spare them, as a man spareth his owne sonne that serueth him. 18Then shall you returne, and discerne betweene the righteous and wicked, betweene him that serueth God, and him that serueth him not.