Isaiah 1:12: Away with your oblations vain

Away with your oblations vain,
Who only with your lips draw near,
Trample My courts, My house profane,
And loathsome in My sight appear:
Ye make the outside fair and clean;
Ye come to see, and to be seen!

Your means (of sin, instead) of grace,
Your feasts and festivals impure,
Your holy, bacchanalian days
My soul is weary to endure.
Your sabbaths, and assemblies gay.
Who mock Me, while they seem to pray.