^{13 Ref} Bring no more vain offerings. Incense is an abomination to me; New moons, Sabbaths, and convocations: I can't bear with evil assemblies.

^{14 Ref} My soul hates your New Moons and your appointed feasts; They are a burden to me. I am weary of bearing them.

^{15 Ref} When you spread forth your hands, I will hide my eyes from you; Yes, when you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood.