King James VersionIsaiah1,14

Isaiah 1:14

Your new moons and your ap­point­ed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trou­ble unto me; I am weary to bear them.


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13 Bring no more vain obla­tions; in­cense is an abom­i­na­tion unto me; the new moons and sab­baths, the call­ing of as­sem­blies, I can­not away with; it is in­iq­ui­ty, even the solemn meet­ing. 14 Your new moons and your ap­point­ed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trou­ble unto me; I am weary to bear them. 15 And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you: yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.

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14 Your new moons and your ap­point­ed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trou­ble unto me; I am weary to bear them.