Take away from Me the noise of your songs; I will not listen to the melody of your harps.
who sing to the sound of the harp and invent musical instruments for themselves like David;
I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into dirges; I will put sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness on every head; I will make it like the mourning for an only child, and its end like a bitter day.
“The songs of the temple shall become wailings on that day,” says the Lord God. “The corpses shall be many, cast down everywhere. Hush!”
Though you offer Me burnt offerings or your grain offerings, I will not accept them, nor will I regard the offerings of your fattened animals.
But let justice roll down like water, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.