ECB(i)
13 Add no more vain offerings; incense is an abhorrence to me; the new moons and shabbaths, the calling of convocations, I cannot; it is mischief: and the private assembly.
14 Your new moons and your seasons my soul hates: they are a burden to me; I weary to bear them.
15 And in spreading your palms, I conceal my eyes from you: yes, your abounding prayers I hear not: your hands are filled with blood.