14 Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.
14 Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth; they are a trouble unto me; I am weary of bearing them.
14 My soul hates your New Moons and your appointed feasts.
They are a burden to me.
I am weary of bearing them.
