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Of what to me is the abundance of your sacrifices? saith the Lord: I am full of whole-burnt-offerings of rams; and I delight not in the fat of lambs, and the blood of bulls and goats:
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neither shall ye come to appear before me; for who has required these things at your hands? Ye shall no more tread my court.
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Though ye bring fine flour, vain; incense is an abomination to me; I cannot bear your new moons, and your sabbaths, and the great day;
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fasting, and rest from work, your new moons also, and your feasts my soul hates: ye have become loathsome to me; I will no more pardon your sins.
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When ye stretch forth your hands, I will turn away mine eyes from you: and though ye make many supplications, I will not hearken to you; for your hands are full of blood.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.