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11 What care I for the number of your sacrifices? says the LORD. I have had enough of whole-burnt rams and fat of fatlings; In the blood of calves, lambs and goats I find no pleasure.
12 When you come in to visit me, who asks these things of you?
13 Trample my courts no more! Bring no more worthless offerings; your incense is loathsome to me. New moon and sabbath, calling of assemblies, octaves with wickedness: these I cannot bear.
14 Your new moons and festivals I detest; they weigh me down, I tire of the load.
15 When you spread out your hands, I close my eyes to you; Though you pray the more, I will not listen. Your hands are full of blood!
16 Wash yourselves clean! Put away your misdeeds from before my eyes; cease doing evil;
17 learn to do good. Make justice your aim: redress the wronged, hear the orphan's plea, defend the widow.
18 Come now, let us set things right, says the LORD: Though your sins be like scarlet, they may become white as snow; Though they be crimson red, they may become white as wool.