Isaiah 1:14-16

American Standard Version

¹⁴ Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth; they are a ^[a]trouble unto me; I am weary of bearing them. ¹⁵ 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. ¹⁶ Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;