Isaiah 1:14-16

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

¹⁴ My soul hateth your new moons, and your solemnities: they are become troublesome to me, I am weary of bearing them.

¹⁵ And when you stretch forth your hands, I will turn away my eyes from you: and when you multiply prayer, I will not hear: for your hands are full of blood.

¹⁶ Wash yourselves, be clean, take away the evil of your devices from my eyes: cease to do perversely,