14Your new moons and your set feasts my soul hateth: they are a burden to me; I am wearied of bearing them.
14Your new moons and your set feasts my soul hateth: they are a burden to me; I am wearied of bearing them.
11 To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto me? saith Jehovah. I am sated with burnt-offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and in the blood of bullocks, and of lambs, and of he-goats I take no pleasure.
12 When ye come to appear before me, who hath required this from your hand to tread my courts?
13 Bring no more vain oblations! Incense is an abomination unto me, new moon and sabbath, the calling of convocations wickedness and the solemn meeting I cannot bear.
14 Your new moons and your set feasts my soul hateth: they are a burden to me; I am wearied 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.
1:14My 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 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.