12
When ye come to appear before me, who hath required this from your hand -- to tread my courts?
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,