14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth; they are a trouble unto me; I am weary of bearing them.
14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth; they are a trouble unto me; I am weary of bearing them.
11 What unto me is the multitude of your sacrifices? saith Jehovah: I have had enough of the burnt-offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and I delight not in the blood of bullocks, or of lambs, or of he-goats.
12 When ye come to appear before me, who hath required this at your hand, to trample my courts?
13 Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me; new moon and sabbath, the calling of assemblies,- I cannot away with iniquity and the solemn meeting.
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;
1:14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear [them. ]
1:14Your New Moon festivals and your appointed feasts my soul hates. They have become a burden to me; I am weary of bearing them.
1:14Your new moons and your set feasts my soul hateth: they are a burden to me; I am wearied of bearing them.
1:14My soul hateth your new moons, and your solemnities: they are become troublesome to me, I am weary of bearing them.
1:14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.
1:14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble to me; I am weary to bear them.
1:14My soul hates your New Moons and your appointed feasts. They are a burden to me. I am weary of bearing them.
1:14Your new moons and your set seasons hath My soul hated, They have been upon me for a burden, I have been weary of bearing.
1:14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hates: they are a trouble to me; I am weary to bear them.