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13 To bring me offerings is futile;
    I regard your incense as loathsome.
New moons and Sabbaths and sacred assemblies—
    I cannot tolerate your iniquity that accompanies them.
14 I loathe your new moons and your festivals;
    they have become a burden to me
    and I can no longer endure bearing them.
15 When you stretch out your hands,[a]
    I will turn away my eyes from you.
Even if you pray endlessly,
    I will not listen,
    for your hands are covered with blood.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 1:15 Hands: the habitual manner of praying was to extend the hands with the palms open upwards.