Isaias

5 Why will ye be still stricken, (that) ye revolt more and more? the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head (there is) no soundness in it; wound, and weal, and putrefying sore: they have not been pressed out, neither bound up, neither is it mollified with oil.

7 Your country is a desolation, your cities are burned with fire; your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is a desolation, like an overthrow of strangers.

8 And the daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, as a ’tent in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.

9 Except the LORD of Hosts had left us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom, we should have been like unto Gomorrah.

10 Hear the word of the LORD, ye rulers of Sodom; give ye ear unto the law of our God, people of Gomorrah.

11 To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto me? saith the LORD: I am sated with the burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and I delight not in the blood of bullocks, or of lambs, or of he-goats.

12 When ye come to appear before me, who hath required this at your hand, to trample my courts?

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.

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.