¹³ Lo, I am pressing you under, As the full cart doth press for itself a sheaf.

¹⁴ Your new moons and your set seasons hath My soul hated, They have been upon me for a burden, I have been weary of bearing.

⁴⁰ How often do they provoke Him in the wilderness, Grieve Him in the desolate place?

¹³ And he saith, `Hear, I pray you, O house of David, Is it a little thing for you to weary men, That ye weary also my God?

²⁴ Thou hast not bought for Me with money sweet cane, And `with' the fat of thy sacrifices hast not filled Me, Only -- thou hast caused Me to serve with thy sins, Thou hast wearied Me with thine iniquities.

⁹ And remembered Me have your escaped among nations, Whither they have been taken captive, Because I have been broken with their heart that is going a-whoring, That hath turned aside from off Me, And with their eyes they are going a-whoring after their idols, And they have been loathsome in their own faces, For the evils that they have done -- all their abominations.

⁴³ Because thou hast not remembered the days of thy youth, And dost give trouble to Me in all these, Lo, even I also thy way at first gave up, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, And I did not this thought for all thine abominations.

¹⁷ Ye have wearied Jehovah with your words, And ye have said: `In what have we wearied Him?' In your saying: `Every evil-doer `is' good in the eyes of Jehovah, And in them He is delighting,' Or, `Where `is' the God of judgment?'