Authorized (King James) Version
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;