11 What use to me is the number of the offerings which you give me? says the Lord; your burned offerings of sheep, and the best parts of fat cattle, are a weariness to me; I take no pleasure in the blood of oxen, or of lambs, or of he-goats.12 At whose request do you come before me, making my house unclean with your feet?13 Give me no more false offerings; the smoke of burning flesh is disgusting to me, so are your new moons and Sabbaths and your holy meetings.14 Your new moons and your regular feasts are a grief to my soul: they are a weight in my spirit; I am crushed under them.