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I hate, I despise your festivals, - and can scent no fragrance in your solemn feasts.

Nay, though ye cause to ascend unto me ascending-sacrifices, and your meal-offerings, I will not accept them , - nor, the peace-offering of your fat heifers, will I regard.

Take thou away from me, the noise of thy songs, - Even the melody of thy harps, will I not hear.

But let, justice, roll along like water, - and, righteousness, as a torrent over flowing.

The sacrifices and meal-offering, ye brought near unto me, in the desert, for forty years O house of Israel;

But ye carried the tent of your king-idol, and your Saturn-images, - the star of your gods, which ye made for yourselves:

Therefore will I carry you into exile beyond Damascus, - saith Yahweh, God of hosts, is his name.