²¹ I hate, I despise your festivals,
    and I take no delight in your solemn assemblies.^(A)
22 Even though you offer me your burnt offerings and grain offerings,
    I will not accept them,
and the offerings of well-being of your fatted animals
    I will not look upon.^(B)
23 Take away from me the noise of your songs;
    I will not listen to the melody of your harps.

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)