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14 My soul hates
    your New Moons and your appointed feasts;
they are a burden to Me;
    I am weary of bearing them.
15 When you reach out your hands,
    I will hide My eyes from you;
even when you make many prayers,
    I will not hear.

Your hands are full of blood.

16 Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean;
    put away the evil from your deeds, from before My eyes.
    Cease to do evil,

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