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13 Add not to bring in a vain present, Incense -- an abomination it is to Me, New moon, and sabbath, calling of convocation! Rendure not iniquity -- and a restraint! 14 Your new moons and your set seasons hath My soul hated, They have been upon me for a burden, I have been weary of bearing. 15 And in your spreading forth your hands, I hide mine eyes from you, Also when ye increase prayer, I do not hear, Your hands of blood have been full. Isaiah 1:13-15, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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