Isaias

LXVI. 1 Thus saith the LORD, The heavens are my throne, and the earth the footstool of my feet; where is this house ye will build unto me? and where is this place of my rest?

2 And all these things hath my hand made, and all these things came to be, saith the LORD; and to this one will I look, to him who is afflicted and contrite in spirit, and trembleth at my word.

3 He that slaughtereth the ox, slayeth a man; he that sacrificeth the sheep, breaketh a ’s neck; he that offereth a meal offering, sweene's blood: he that maketh a memorial of incense, blesseth iniquity. Also they have chosen their own ways, and their soul taketh pleasure in their abominations.

4 Also I will choose their mockeries, and will bring their fears upon them; because I called, and there was none that answered; I spake, and there was none that heard; and they did evil before mine eyes, and chose that in which I took not pleasure.

5 Hear the word of the LORD, ye that tremble at his word; your brethren say, that hate you, that drive you away for my name's sake, Let the LORD show himself glorious, and we shall see your joy; and they shall be ashamed.