11 Of what use to me, is your multitude of sacrifices: Saith Yahweh: I am sated with ascending-offerings of rams and the fat of fed beasts, In the blood of bulls and young rams and he-goats, have I no pleasure.

12 When ye enter to see my face, Who hath required this at your hand trampling my courts?

13 Ye shall not again bring in an empty, present, Incense, an abomination, is that unto me! New moon, and sabbath calling an assembly I cannot endure, iniquity and sacred festival!