Isaiah 1:13-22

¹³Bring no more oblations, in vaine: incense is an abomination vnto me: I can not suffer your newe moones, nor Sabbaths, nor solemne dayes (it is iniquitie) nor solemne assemblies.

¹⁴My soule hateth your newe moones and your appointed feastes: they are a burden vnto me: I am weary to beare them.

¹⁵And when you shall stretch out your hands, I wil hide mine eyes from you: and though ye make many prayers, I wil not heare: for your hands are full of blood.

¹⁶Wash you, make you cleane: take away the euill of your workes from before mine eyes: cease to doe euill.

¹⁷Learne to doe well: seeke iudgement, relieue the oppressed: iudge the fatherlesse and defend the widowe.

¹⁸Come nowe, and let vs reason together, sayth the Lord: though your sinnes were as crimsin, they shalbe made white as snowe: though they were red like skarlet, they shalbe as wooll.

¹⁹If ye consent and obey, ye shall eate the good things of the land.

²⁰But if ye refuse and be rebellious, ye shalbe deuoured with the sword: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.

²¹Howe is the faithfull citie become an harlot? it was full of iudgement, and iustice lodged therein, but now they are murtherers.

²²Thy siluer is become drosse: thy wine is mixt with water.