ECB(i)
11 Why your abundant sacrifices to me? says Yah Veh: I am satiated by the holocausts of rams and the fat of fatlings; and I delight not in the blood of bullocks or of lambs or of he goats.
12 When you come to be seen at my face, who beseeches this at your hand - to trample my courts?
13 Add no more vain offerings; incense is an abhorrence to me; the new moons and shabbaths, the calling of convocations, I cannot; it is mischief: and the private assembly.
14 Your new moons and your seasons my soul hates: they are a burden to me; I weary to bear them.
15 And in spreading your palms, I conceal my eyes from you: yes, your abounding prayers I hear not: your hands are filled with blood.
16 Baptize yourself; purify yourself; turn aside the evil of your exploitations from in front of my eyes: cease to vilify;