¹² When you come to appear before me,^[a]
    who asked this from your hand?
    Trample my courts no more!^(B)
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.^(C)
14 Your new moons and your appointed festivals
    my soul hates;
they have become a burden to me;
    I am weary of bearing them.^(D)
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.^(E)

17 Better is a dry morsel with quiet
    than a house full of feasting with strife.^(A)

¹⁶ But to the wicked God says,
    “What right have you to recite my statutes
    or take my covenant on your lips?^(A)
17 For you hate discipline,
    and you cast my words behind you.^(B)
18 You make friends with a thief when you see one,
    and you keep company with adulterers.^(C)

¹⁹ You give your mouth free rein for evil,
    and your tongue frames deceit.
²⁰ You sit and speak against your kin;
    you slander your own mother’s child.^(D)
21 These things you have done, and I have been silent;
    you thought that I was one just like yourself.
But now I rebuke you and lay the charge before you.^(E)