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bringing offerings is futile; incense is an abomination to me. New moon and sabbath and calling of convocation— I cannot endure solemn assemblies with iniquity.
14
Your new moons and your appointed festivals my soul hates; they have become a burden to me, I am weary of bearing them.
15
When you stretch out your hands, I will hide my eyes from you; even though you make many prayers, I will not listen; your hands are full of blood.
16
Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean; remove the evil of your doings from before my eyes; cease to do evil,
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learn to do good; seek justice, rescue the oppressed, defend the orphan, plead for the widow.
New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright 1989, Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. (New Revised Standard)
