¹⁸ Son of man, the house of Israel is to me become dross: all they are brass, and tin, and iron, and lead, in the midst of the furnace; they are even the dross of silver.

²² Thy silver is become dross, thy wine mixed with water:

¹¹⁹ Thou puttest away all the wicked of the earth like dross: therefore I love thy testimonies.

²⁸ They are all grievous revolters, walking with slanders: they are brass and iron; they are all corrupters.

²⁹ The bellows are burned, the lead is consumed of the fire; the founder melteth in vain: for the wicked are not plucked away.

³⁰ Reprobate silver shall men call them, because the LORD hath rejected them.

¹⁰ Behold, I have refined thee, but not with silver; I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.

³ The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the LORD trieth the hearts.

²⁰ As they gather silver, and brass, and iron, and lead, and tin, into the midst of the furnace, to blow the fire upon it, to melt it; so will I gather you in mine anger and in my fury, and I will leave you there, and melt you.

¹ How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out in the top of every street.

² The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

⁴ Because I knew that thou art obstinate, and thy neck is an iron sinew, and thy brow brass;

⁹ And he shall pass over to his strong hold for fear, and his princes shall be afraid of the ensign, saith the LORD, whose fire is in Zion, and his furnace in Jerusalem.

²⁵ And I will turn my hand upon thee, and purely purge away thy dross, and take away all thy tin: