Isa.1.14

Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.

Isa.1.14

Meetings for this, meetings for that. I hate them! You've worn me out! I'm sick of your religion, religion, religion, while you go right on sinning.

Isa.1.14

Your New Moon festivals and your appointed feasts my soul hates. They have become a burden to me; I am weary of bearing them.

Isa.1.14

Your New Moons and your appointed feasts My soul hates; They are a trouble to Me, I am weary of bearing them.