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The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination to the Lord,
    but the prayer of the upright is his delight.(A)

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11 What to me is the multitude of your sacrifices?
    says the Lord;
I have had enough of burnt offerings of rams
    and the fat of fed beasts;
I do not delight in the blood of bulls
    or of lambs or of goats.(A)

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)

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Footnotes

  1. 1.12 Or see my face