Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomi nation unto me; The new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; It is iniquity, even the solemn meeting. Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: They are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them. And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you: Yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: Your hands are full of blood. you clean; put away the evil of Wash you, make you your doings from before mine eyes; Cease to do evil; learn to do well; Seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, Judge the fatherless, plead for the widow. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as Though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good |