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5 Why should ye be yet smitten, (for) transgressing further? every head (turns) to weariness, and every heart to grief.
6 From the feet to the head, neither wound, nor stripe, nor inflamed hurt: there is no means to apply a balm, or oil, or bandages.
7 Your land is desolate, your cities are burnt with fire; your country, strangers devour it before your face, and it has been desolated, ruined by stranger peoples.
8 The daughter of Zion shall be left like a booth in a vineyard, and like a watching-hut in a cucumber garden, like a city besieged.
9 And unless the Lord of Hosts had left us a seed there, we should have become as Sodom, and we should have been made like as Gomorrah.
10 Hear the word of the Lord, ye rulers of Sodom; attend ye to the law of God, O people of Gomorrah.
11 What is the abundance of your sacrifices to me? saith the Lord: I am full of burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of lambs, and the blood of bulls and of goats I desire not,
12 Not even if ye come to appear before me. For who hath demanded this of your hands? ‘Tread my court
13 Ye shall not, any more; if ye bring me fine flour, it is vain; incense, it is an abomination to me; your new moons, and the sabbaths, and a great day, I cannot bear: fasting and idleness,
14 And your new moons, and your feasts, my soul hateth; ye are become to me a surfeit! no longer will I let your sins be.
15 When ye stretch out your hands toward me, I will turn away mine eyes from you; and if ye multiply your petition, I will not listen to you; for your hands are full of blood.