12At whose request do you come before me, making my house unclean with your feet?
13Give me no more false offerings; the smoke of burning flesh is disgusting to me, so are your new moons and Sabbaths and your holy meetings.
14Your new moons and your regular feasts are a grief to my soul: they are a weight in my spirit; I am crushed under them.
15And when your hands are stretched out to me, my eyes will be turned away from you: even though you go on making prayers, I will not give ear: your hands are full of blood.
16Be washed, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your doings from before my eyes; let there be an end of sinning;
17Take pleasure in well-doing; let your ways be upright, keep down the cruel, give a right decision for the child who has no father, see to the cause of the widow.
18Come now, and let us have an argument together, says the Lord: how may your sins which are red like blood be white as snow? how may their dark purple seem like wool?
