YLT(i)
5 Wherefore are ye stricken any more? Ye do add apostasy! Every head is become diseased, and every heart is sick.
6 From the sole of the foot—unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.
7 Your land is a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!
8 And left hath been the daughter of Zion, As a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a place of cucumbers—as a city besieged.
9 Unless Jehovah of Hosts had left to us a remnant, Shortly—as Sodom we had been, To Gomorrah we had been like!
10 Hear the word of Jehovah, ye rulers of Sodom, Give ear to the law of our God, ye people of Gomorrah, 11 `Why to Me the abundance of your sacrifices? saith Jehovah, I have been satiated with burnt-offerings of rams, And fat of fatlings; And blood of bullocks, and lambs, And he-goats I have not desired. 12 When ye come in to appear before Me, Who hath required this of your hand, To trample My courts? 13 Add not to bring in a vain present, Incense—an abomination it is to Me, New moon, and sabbath, calling of convocation! Rendure not iniquity—and a restraint! 14 Your new moons and your set seasons hath My soul hated, They have been upon me for a burden, I have been weary of bearing. 15 And in your spreading forth your hands, I hide mine eyes from you, Also when ye increase prayer, I do not hear, Your hands of blood have been full.
10 Hear the word of Jehovah, ye rulers of Sodom, Give ear to the law of our God, ye people of Gomorrah, 11 `Why to Me the abundance of your sacrifices? saith Jehovah, I have been satiated with burnt-offerings of rams, And fat of fatlings; And blood of bullocks, and lambs, And he-goats I have not desired. 12 When ye come in to appear before Me, Who hath required this of your hand, To trample My courts? 13 Add not to bring in a vain present, Incense—an abomination it is to Me, New moon, and sabbath, calling of convocation! Rendure not iniquity—and a restraint! 14 Your new moons and your set seasons hath My soul hated, They have been upon me for a burden, I have been weary of bearing. 15 And in your spreading forth your hands, I hide mine eyes from you, Also when ye increase prayer, I do not hear, Your hands of blood have been full.