رُؤُوسُ شُهُورِكُمْ وَأَعْيَادُكُمْ بَغَضَتْهَا نَفْسِي. صَارَتْ عَلَيَّ ثِقْلًا. مَلِلْتُ حَمْلَهَا.
Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.