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For, I, Yahweh, am a lover of justice, Hating plunder, for an ascending-sacrifice, Therefore will I give their reward with faithfulness, And an age-abiding covenant, will I solemnise for them.
I hate, I despise your festivals, - and can scent no fragrance in your solemn feasts.
I am weary
Thou hast not bought for me with silver, fragrant calamus, Nor with the fat of thy sacrifices, hast thou sated me, - Thou hast done nothing but oppress me with thy sins, Thou hast wearied me with thine iniquities.
Lo! I, am pressed under you, - as a full cart is pressed by its sheaves,
And I sent off three shepherds, in one month, - for impatient was my soul with them, moreover also, their soul, felt a loathing against me.
Ye have wearied Yahweh with your words, and yet ye say, Wherein have we been wearisome? When ye have said, Everyone who doeth wrong, is right in the eyes of Yahweh, and, in them, he hath taken delight, or, Where is the God of justice?
I, will expose thy righteousness, - And thy works - but they will not profit thee!