“I hate your new moon festivals and your appointed feasts,
They have become a burden to Me;
I am weary of bearing them.

Woe, O Ariel, Ariel the city where David once camped!
Add year to year, observe your feasts on schedule.

Look upon Zion, the city of our appointed feasts;
Your eyes will see Jerusalem, an undisturbed habitation,
A tent which will not be folded;
Its stakes will never be pulled up,
Nor any of its cords be torn apart.