13. Offer sacrifice no more in vain: incense is an abomination tome. The new moons, and the sabbaths, and other festivals I will not abide, your assemblies are wicked.
14. My soul hateth your new moons, and your solemnities: they are become troublesome to me, I am weary of bearing them.
15. And when you stretch forth your hands, I will turn away my eyes from you: and when you multiply prayer, I will not hear: for your hands are full of blood.
16. Wash yourselves, be clean, take away the evil of your devices from my eyes: cease to do perversely,