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Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me;
The new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with;
It is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.
Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth:
They are a trouble unto me;
I am weary to bear them.
And 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.
Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes;
Cease to do evil; learn to do well;
Seek judgment, relieve the oppressed,
Judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord:
Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as
white as snow; Though they be red like crimson, they shall be as
If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good
of the land: But if ye refuse and rebel,