^{13 Ref} Add not to bring in a vain present, Incense -- an abomination it `is' to Me, New moon, and sabbath, calling of convocation! Rendure not iniquity -- and a restraint!

^{14 Ref} 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.

^{15 Ref} And in your spreading forth your hands, I hide mine eyes from you, Also when ye increase prayer, I do not hear, Your hands of blood have been full.