8 The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard,like a hut in a field of melons,like a besieged city.
9 Unless the Lord of Hosts had left to us a very small remnant,we would have been as Sodom;we would have been like Gomorrah.
10 Hear the Lord’s word, you rulers of Sodom!Listen to the law of our God, you people of Gomorrah!
11 “What are the multitude of your sacrifices to me?”, says the Lord.“I have had enough of the burnt offerings of rams,and the fat of fed animals.I don’t delight in the blood of bulls,or of lambs,or of male goats.
12 When you come to appear before me,who has required this at your hand, to trample my courts?
13 Bring no more vain offerings.Incense is an abomination to me;new moons, Sabbaths, and convocations:I can’t stand evil assemblies.
14 My soul hates your New Moons and your appointed feasts.They are a burden to me.I am weary of bearing them.