The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a watchman’s hut in a cucumber field, like a city under watch.
If the LORD of armies Had not left us a few survivors, We would be like Sodom, We would be like Gomorrah.
Hear the word of the LORD, You rulers of Sodom; Listen to the instruction of our God, You people of Gomorrah!
'What are your many sacrifices to Me?' Says the LORD. 'I have had enough of burnt offerings of rams And the fat of fattened cattle; And I take no pleasure in the blood of bulls, lambs, or goats.
When you come to appear before Me, Who requires of you this trampling of My courtyards?
Do not go on bringing your worthless offerings, Incense is an abomination to Me. New moon and Sabbath, the proclamation of an assembly— I cannot endure wrongdoing and the festive assembly.
I hate your new moon festivals
and your appointed feasts, They have become a burden to Me; I am tired of bearing them.
So when you spread out your hands in prayer,
I will hide My eyes from you; Yes, even though you offer many prayers, I will not be listening. Your hands are covered with blood.