Isaiah 1:14-18

I detest your new moon and yearly festivals with my whole being! They've become just a burden to me—I can't bear them anymore!

When you hold up your hands to me in prayer, I'll look away. Even though you pray many prayers, I won't pay attention to them, because your hands are full of blood.

Wash yourselves and clean yourselves up. Get rid of your sins—I don't want to see them! Stop doing evil!

Learn to do good; strive for justice, condemn those who oppress others; support the rights of orphans, take up cases to defend widows.

Come on, let's argue this out, says the Lord. Even though your sins are like scarlet, they will become white like snow. Even though they are red like crimson, they will become like wool.