Isaiah 1:12-17

New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition

¹² When you come to appear before me,^[a]
    who asked this from your hand?
    Trample my courts no more!^(A)
13 Bringing offerings is futile;
    incense is an abomination to me.
New moon and Sabbath and calling of convocation—
    I cannot endure solemn assemblies with iniquity.^(B)
14 Your new moons and your appointed festivals
    my soul hates;
they have become a burden to me;
    I am weary of bearing them.^(C)
15 When you stretch out your hands,
    I will hide my eyes from you;
even though you make many prayers,
    I will not listen;
    your hands are full of blood.^(D)
16 Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean;
    remove your evil deeds
    from before my eyes;
cease to do evil;^(E)
17     learn to do good;
seek justice;
    rescue the oppressed;
defend the orphan;
    plead for the widow.^(F)