Isaiah 1:15-20 Though ye holde out yor hondes, yet turne I myne eyes from you. And though ye make many prayers, yet heare I nothinge at all, for youre hondes are full of bloude.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁵ Though ye holde out yor hondes, yet turne I myne eyes from you. And though ye make many prayers, yet heare I nothinge at all, for youre hondes are full of bloude. ¹⁶ Wash you, make you clene, put awaye yor euell thoughtes out of my sight, cease from doinge of euell and violence. ¹⁷ Lerne to do right, applie youre selues to equyte, delyuer the oppressed, helpe the fatherlesse to his right, let the wydowes complaynte come before you. ¹⁸ Now go to (saieth the LORDE) we wil talke together. Is it not so? Though youre synnes be as read as scarlet, shal they not be whyter then snowe? And though they were like purple, shall they not be like whyte woll? ¹⁹ Is it not so? Yf ye be louynge & obedient, ye shal enioye the best thinge that groweth in the londe. ²⁰ But yf ye be obstinate and rebellious, ye shalbe deuoured with the swerde: for thus the LORDE hath promised with his owne mouth.