Isaias

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.

16 Wash you, make you clean; remove the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil,

17 Learn to do well; seek judgment, correct the oppressore judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.

18 Come now, and let us confer together, saith the LORD; though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow: though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

19 If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land: