Isaiah 1:9–15

⁹Unless the LORD of Hosts

had left us a few survivors,^a

we would have become like Sodom,

we would have resembled Gomorrah.^b

¹⁰Hear the word of the LORD,

you rulers of Sodom;

listen to the instruction of our God,

you people of Gomorrah!

¹¹“What good to Me is your multitude of sacrifices?”

says the LORD.

“I am full from the burnt offerings of rams

and the fat of well-fed cattle;

I take no delight in the blood of bulls

and lambs and goats.

¹²When you come to appear before Me,

who has required this of you—

this trampling of My courts?

¹³Bring your worthless offerings no more;

your incense is detestable to Me.

New Moons, Sabbaths, and convocations—

I cannot endure iniquity in a solemn assembly.

¹⁴I hate your New Moons

and your appointed feasts.

They have become a burden to Me;

I am weary of bearing them.

¹⁵When you spread out your hands in prayer,

I will hide My eyes from you;

even though you multiply your prayers,

I will not listen.

Your hands are covered with blood.