12When ye come to appear before me, Who hath required this at your hand, to tread my courts?
13Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me; The new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; It is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.
14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: They are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.
15And 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.
16Wash ye, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes;