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13 Offer me no mo oblations, for it is but lost labour: incense is an abhominable thyng vnto me, I may not away with your newe moones, your sabbathes & solempne meetynges, your solempne assemblies are wicked. 14 I hate your newe moones and appoynted feastes euen from my very heart, they make me weery, I can not abyde them. 15 When you holde out your handes, I wyll turne myne eyes from you: and though ye make many prayers, yet I wyll heare nothyng at all, seyng your handes are full of blood. Isaiah 1:13-15, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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