13 Continue no more to bring an oblation of deceit; incense of abomination is it unto me: new moon and sabbath, the calling of assemblies––I cannot bear misdeed with festive gathering.

14 Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth; they are become a burden unto me; I am weary to bear them,

15 And when ye spread forth your hands, I will withdraw my eyes from you; yea, when ye make ever so many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.