13 Bring no more vain oblations; incense is disgusting to me; new moon and Sabbath, the calling of assemblies--I can't endure evil and the solemn meeting.

14 Your{} new moons and your{} appointed feasts my soul hates; they are a trouble to me; I am weary of bearing them.

15 And when you{} spread forth your{} hands, I will hide my eyes from you{}; yes, when you{} make many prayers, I will not hear: your{} hands are full of blood.