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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 spread out your hands, I will hide my eyes from you.
    Yes, when you make many prayers, I will not hear.
    Your hands are full of blood.
16 Wash yourselves. Make yourself clean.
    Put away the evil of your doings from before my eyes.
    Cease to do evil.

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