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13 Bring no more worthless offerings!
    Incense is an abomination to Me.
New Moon and Shabbat, the calling of convocations
    —I cannot endure it—
iniquity with solemn assembly.
14 Your New Moons and your Festivals
    My soul hates!
They are a burden to Me.
    I am weary to bear them.
15 When you spread out your hands,
    I will hide My eyes from you.
When you multiply prayers,
    I will not hear.
Your hands are full of blood!”

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