Isaiah 1:13-22

¹³Bring no more vain oblations! Incense is an abomination unto me, — new moon and sabbath, the calling of convocations — wickedness and the solemn meeting I cannot bear.

¹⁴Your new moons and your set feasts my soul hateth: they are a burden to me; I am wearied of bearing 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 you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; — cease to do evil,

¹⁷learn to do well: seek judgment, gladden the oppressed, do justice to the fatherless, plead for the widow.

¹⁸Come now, let us reason together, saith Jehovah: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

¹⁹If ye be willing and hearken, ye shall eat the good of the land;

²⁰but if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the sword: for the mouth of Jehovah hath spoken.

²¹How is the faithful city become a harlot! It was full of judgment; righteousness used to lodge in it, but now murderers.

²²Thy silver is become dross, thy wine is mixed with water: