Oh that there were one among you that would shut the doors, that ye might not kindle 'fire on' mine altar in vain! I have no pleasure in you, saith Jehovah of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at your hand.
Who is in you þat closith doris, and brenneth myn auter of his owne wille, ethir freli? Wille is not to me in you, seith þe Lord of oostis; and Y schal not resseyue a yifte of youre hond.