Isaiah 1:3-13

3 The ox knows his owner, And the donkey his master's crib; But Yisra'el doesn't know, My people don't consider.
4 Ah sinful nation, A people laden with iniquity, A seed of evil-doers, Children who deal corruptly! They have forsaken the LORD. They have despised the Holy One of Yisra'el. They are estranged and backward.
5 Why should you be beaten more, That you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint.
6 From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: Wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven't been closed, neither bandaged, neither soothed with oil.
7 Your country is desolate. Your cities are burned with fire. Strangers devour your land in your presence, And it is desolate, As overthrown by strangers.
8 The daughter of Tziyon is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a hut in a field of melons, Like a besieged city.
9 Unless the LORD of hosts had left to us a very small remnant, We would have been as Sedom; We would have been like `Amorah.
10 Hear the word of the LORD, you rulers of Sedom! Listen to the law of our God, you people of `Amorah!
11 "What are the multitude of your sacrifices to me?," says the LORD. "I have had enough of the burnt offerings of rams, And the fat of fed animals. I don't delight in the blood of bulls, Or of lambs, Or of male goats.
12 When you come to appear before me, Who has required this at your hand, to trample my courts?
13 Bring no more vain offerings. Incense is an abomination to me; New moons, Shabbatot, and convocations: I can't bear with evil assemblies.
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