Leeser(i)
14 Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth; they are become a burden unto me; I am weary to bear them,
15 And when ye spread forth your hands, I will withdraw my eyes from you; yea, when ye make ever so many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.
16 Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your deeds from before my eyes; cease to do evil;