¹⁴ Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.

¹³ And he said, Hear ye now, O house of David; Is it a small thing for you to weary men, but will ye weary my God also?

²¹ For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.