14 My soul hates your New Moons and your appointed feasts; they are a burden to Me; I am weary of bearing them.

15 When you reach out your hands, I will hide My eyes from you; even when you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood.

16 Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; put away the evil from your deeds, from before My eyes. Cease to do evil,