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12 When you come to appear before me,[a]
    who asked this from your hand?
    Trample my courts no more!(A)
13 Bringing offerings is futile;
    incense is an abomination to me.
New moon and Sabbath and calling of convocation—
    I cannot endure solemn assemblies with iniquity.(B)
14 Your new moons and your appointed festivals
    my soul hates;
they have become a burden to me;
    I am weary of bearing them.(C)

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  1. 1.12 Or see my face