ت ُبْغُضُ نَفسِي أوائِلَ شُهُورِكُمْ وَأعيادَكُمْ. وَقَدْ صارَتْ ثَقِيلَةً عَلَيَّ.
Your New Moons and your appointed feasts My soul hates; They are a trouble to Me, I am weary of bearing them.