True and False Fasting and Worship

There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked. Cry aloud, spare not. Lift up your voice like a trumpet. Declare to my people their transgression, to the house of Jacob their sins. Behold, you fast only to quarrel and to fight, and to hit with wicked fist. Something like yours this day will not make your voice to be heard on high. Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house? When you see the naked to cover him, and to not hide yourself from your own flesh? Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily. Your righteousness