13. Bring no more vain offerings; incense is an abomination unto me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot endure; it is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.
14. Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hates: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary of bearing them.
15. And when you spread forth your hands, I will hide my eyes from you: yea, when you make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.
16. Wash you, make yourself clean; put away the evil of your doings from before my eyes; cease to do evil;