Isaiah 1:14-17

¹⁴Your new moons and your appointed seasons My soul hateth; they are a burden 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 you, make you clean, put away the evil of your doings from before Mine eyes, cease to do evil;

¹⁷Learn to do well; seek justice, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.