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 regular feasts are a grief to my soul: they are a weight in my spirit; I am crushed under them.

Τας νεομηνιας σας και τας διατεταγμενας εορτας σας μισει η ψυχη μου ειναι φορτιον εις εμε εβαρυνθην να υποφερω.

Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.