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21 I hate, I despise your festivals,
    and I am not pleased by your solemn assemblies.
22 Though you offer Me burnt offerings or your grain offerings,
    I will not accept them,
nor will I regard the offerings
    of your fattened animals.
23 Take away from Me the noise of your songs;
    I will not listen to the melody of your harps.
24 But let justice roll down like water,
    and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.

25 Did you bring Me sacrifices and offerings
    those forty years in the wilderness, O house of Israel?
26 But you will carry away Sukuth your king
    and Kaiwan your star-images,
    your gods that you made for yourselves,
27 as I drive you away into exile beyond Damascus,
    says the Lord, whose name is the God of Hosts.

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