14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear [them. ]
14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear [them. ]
11 To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto me? saith the LORD: I am full 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 tread my courts?
13 Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; it is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.
14 Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear [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 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 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.