Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth; they are a trouble unto me; I am weary of bearing them.
Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.
Your New Moon festivals and your [hypocritical] appointed feasts My soul hates. They are an oppressive burden to Me; I am weary of bearing them.
I hate your new moons and your festivals. They’ve become a burden that I’m tired of bearing.
My soul hates your days of proclamation and your solemnities. They have become bothersome to me. I labor to endure them.