8 And daughter Zion is leftlike a hut in a vineyard,Like a shed in a melon patch,like a city blockaded.
9 If the Lord of hosts had notleft us a small remnant,We would have become as Sodom,would have resembled Gomorrah.
10 Hear the word of the Lord,princes of Sodom!Listen to the instruction of our God,people of Gomorrah!
11 What do I care for the multitude of your sacrifices?says the Lord.I have had enough of whole-burnt ramsand fat of fatlings;In the blood of calves, lambs, and goatsI find no pleasure.
12 When you come to appear before me,who asks these things of you?
13 Trample my courts no more!To bring offerings is useless;incense is an abomination to me.New moon and sabbath, calling assemblies—festive convocations with wickedness—these I cannot bear.
14 Your new moons and festivals I detest;they weigh me down, I tire of the load.