What will you do on the day of your appointed festivals, on the feast days of the Lord?
What will you do on the day of reckoning, when disaster comes from afar? To whom will you run for help? Where will you leave your riches?
I will stop all her celebrations: her yearly festivals, her New Moons, her Sabbath days—all her appointed festivals.
The prophets prophesy lies, the priests rule by their own authority, and my people love it this way. But what will you do in the end?
Put on sackcloth, you priests, and mourn; wail, you who minister before the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who minister before my God; for the grain offerings and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.