Isaias

13 Bring no more vain (meal-) offerings; incense is an abomination unto me; new moons and sabbaths, callings of assemblies; I cannot away with iniquity and the solemn meetings.

14 Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a cumbrance unto me: I am weary of bearing.

15 And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you; yea, when ye multiply prayer, I will not hear; your hands are full of blood.