Isaiah 1:14-16

Revised Standard Version

¹⁴ Your new moons and your appointed feasts
    my soul hates;
they have become a burden to me,
    I am weary of bearing them.
¹⁵ When you spread forth your hands,
    I will hide my eyes from you;
even though you make many prayers,
    I will not listen;
    your hands are full of blood.
¹⁶ Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean;
    remove the evil of your doings
    from before my eyes;
cease to do evil,