8The daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, As a besieged city.
9Unless Yahweh of hosts had left to us a very small remnant, We would have been as Sodom; We would have been like Gomorrah.
10Hear the word of Yahweh, you rulers of Sodom. Listen to the law of our God, you people of Gomorrah.
11What are the multitude of your sacrifices to me?, says Yahweh. I have had enough of the burnt offerings of rams, And the fat of fed animals. I don`t delight in the blood of bulls, Or of lambs, Or of male goats.
12When you come to appear before me, Who has required this at your hand, to trample my courts?
13Bring no more vain offerings. Incense is an abomination to me; New moons, Sabbaths, and convocations: I can`t bear with evil assemblies.
14My soul hates your New Moons and your appointed feasts; they are a trouble to me; I am weary of bearing them.
