Bishops(i)
11 Why offer ye so many sacrifices to me, wyll the Lorde say? I am full of the burnt offeringes of weathers, & of the fatnesse of fed beastes, I haue no pleasure in the blood of bullockes, lambes, and goates
12 When ye come to appeare before me treadyng in my courtes, who hath required this at your handes
13 Offer me no mo oblations, for it is but lost labour: incense is an abhominable thyng vnto me, I may not away with your newe moones, your sabbathes & solempne meetynges, your solempne assemblies are wicked
14 I hate your newe moones and appoynted feastes euen from my very heart, they make me weery, I can not abyde them