Look! I will press you down, like a cart loaded down with grain presses down.

Therefore, because you make the poor pay taxes on their crops and exact a grain tax from them, you will not live in the houses you built with chiseled stone, nor will you drink the wine from the fine vineyards you planted.

Even if you offer me burnt and grain offerings, I will not be satisfied; I will not look with favor on your peace offerings of fattened calves.

You did not bring me sacrifices and grain offerings during the forty years you spent in the wilderness, family of Israel.

You say, "When will the new moon festival be over, so we can sell grain? When will the Sabbath end, so we can open up the grain bins? We're eager to sell less for a higher price, and to cheat the buyer with rigged scales!

We're eager to trade silver for the poor, a pair of sandals for the needy! We want to mix in some chaff with the grain!"