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14 Your new moons and your appointed feasts My soul hateth; they are 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,

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