For I, Jehovah, love justice; I hate stolen things for burnt offering; and I will direct their work in truth, and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.

I hate, I despise your feast days; and I will not savor your solemn assemblies.

You have bought Me no sweet cane with money, nor have you filled Me with the fat of your sacrifices; but you have burdened Me with your sins; you have wearied Me with your iniquities.

Behold, I am pressed under you, as a cart full of sheaves is pressed.

I also cut off three shepherds in one month. And My soul loathed them, and their soul also abhorred Me.

You have wearied Jehovah with your words. Yet you say, In what way have we wearied Him? When you say, Every evildoer is good in the eyes of Jehovah, and He delights in them; or, Where is the God of justice?