4 Metaphors for incense

The incense which rises round is pagan, and the belly-god intercepts it for his own.

Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination to me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; it is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.

When ye come to appear before me, Who hath required this at your hand, to tread my courts? Bring no more vain oblations; Incense is an abomination unto me; The new moons and Sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot endure; It is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.

It was a lovely, starry night, And softly in the silver light, Did flickering shadows fall; And bright the flowers that blossomed there; But the incense of that maiden's prayer, Was purer, far, than all.

4 Metaphors for  incense