13. Bring no more vain oblations! Incense is an abomination unto me, --new moon and sabbath, the calling of convocations--wickedness and the solemn meeting I cannot bear.
14. Your new moons and your set feasts my soul hateth: they are a burden to me; I am wearied of bearing them.
15. And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you; yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.
16. Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; --cease to do evil,
17. learn to do well: seek judgment, gladden the oppressed, do justice to the fatherless, plead for the widow.