13 Ye shall not add to bring gifts of iniquity; incense, this an abomination to me; the new moon and the Sabbath, the calling of the assembly; I shall not be able to bear vanity and restraining.

14 Your new moons and your appointments my soul hated; they were for a burden upon me; I was wearied to lift up.

15 And in the spreading forth of your hands I will hide mine eyes from you; also when ye shall multiply prayer I hear not: your hands were full of blood.

16 Wash ye, cleanse yourselves: turn away evil from your doings from before mine eyes; leave off the evil;

17 Learn to do good; seek out judgment, lead right the oppressor, judge the orphan, contend for the widow.

Isaiah 1:13-17, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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