Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hates. They are a trouble to me. I am weary of bearing them.

When he has leveled the face of it, does he not cast abroad the chick-peas, and scatter the cummin, and put in the wheat in rows, and the barley in the appointed place, and the spelt in the border of it?

And every stroke of the appointed staff, which LORD shall lay upon him, shall be with [the sound of] tambourine and harps. And he will fight with them in battles with the brandishing [of his arm].