12When ye came before my sight, who asked of your hands these things, that ye should go in my foreyards?
13Offer ye no more sacrifice in vain; incense is abomination to me; I shall not suffer new moon, and sabbath, and other feasts. For your companies be wicked;
14my soul hateth your calends and your solemnities; those be dis-easeful to me, I travailed with suffering.
15And when ye stretch forth your hands, I shall turn away mine eyes from you; and when ye multiply prayer, I shall not hear; for why your hands be full of blood.
16Be ye washed, be ye clean; do ye away the evil of your thoughts from mine eyes; cease ye to do waywardly,