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, Sabbaths, and convocations: I can't bear with evil assemblies.
14 My soul hates your New Moons and your appointed feasts; They are a burden to me. I am weary of bearing them.
15 When you spread forth your hands, I will hide my eyes from you; Yes, when you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood.
16 Wash yourselves, make yourself clean. Put away the evil of your doings from before my eyes; Cease to do evil.
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