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.

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.

²¹ I have hated -- I have loathed your festivals, And I am not refreshed by your restraints.

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?

¹ Wo `to' Ariel, Ariel, The city of the encampment of David! Add year to year, let festivals go round.

⁸ For I `am' Jehovah, loving judgment, Hating plunder for a burnt-offering, And I have given their wage in truth, And a covenant age-during I make for them.

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

⁸ And I cut off the three shepherds in one month, and my soul is grieved with them, and also their soul hath abhorred me.

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?'