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

²² Your silver has become dross, Your wine mixed with water.

¹¹⁹ You put away all the wicked of the earth like dross. Therefore I love your testimonies.

²⁸ They are all grievous rebels, going about with slanders; they are brass and iron: they all of them deal corruptly.

²⁹ The bellows blow fiercely; the lead is consumed of the fire: in vain do they go on refining; for the wicked are not plucked away.

³⁰ Refuse silver shall men them, because Yahweh has rejected them.

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

³ The refining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold, But Yahweh tests 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 on it, to melt it; so will I gather you in my anger and in my wrath, and I will lay you there, and melt you.

¹ How is the gold become dim! [how] is the most pure gold changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head 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 you are obstinate, and your neck is an iron sinew, and your brow brass;

⁹ His rock shall pass away by reason of terror, and his princes shall be dismayed at the ensign, says Yahweh, whose fire is in Zion, and his furnace in Jerusalem.

²⁵ And I will turn my hand on you, Thoroughly purge away your dross, And will take away all your tin.