13 Trample my courts no more! To bring offerings is useless; incense is an abomination to me. New moon and sabbath, calling assemblies— festive convocations with wickedness— these I cannot bear.

14 Your new moons and festivals I detest; they weigh me down, I tire of the load.

15 When you spread out your hands, I will close my eyes to you; Though you pray the more, I will not listen. Your hands are full of blood!

16 Wash yourselves clean! Put away your misdeeds from before my eyes; cease doing evil;

17 learn to do good. Make justice your aim: redress the wronged, hear the orphan’s plea, defend the widow.

Isaiah 1:13-17, New American Bible Revised. Copyright © 2010 USCCB.
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