¹⁸ The house of Israel hath been to Me for dross, All of them `are' brass, and tin, and iron, and lead, In the midst of a furnace -- dross hath silver been,

²² Thy silver hath become dross, Thy drink polluted with water.

¹¹⁹ Dross! Thou hast caused to cease All the wicked of the earth; Therefore I have loved Thy testimonies.

²⁸ All of them are turned aside by apostates, Walking slanderously -- brass and iron, All of them are corrupters.

²⁹ The bellows have been burnt, By fire hath the lead been consumed, In vain hath a refiner refined, And the wicked have not been drawn away.

³⁰ `Silver rejected,' they have called to them, For Jehovah hath kicked against them!

¹⁰ Lo, I have refined thee, and not with silver, I have chosen thee in a furnace of affliction.

³ A refining pot `is' for silver, and a furnace for gold, And the trier of hearts `is' Jehovah.

²⁰ A gathering of silver, and brass, and iron, and lead, and tin, Unto the midst of a furnace -- to blow on it fire, to melt it, So do I gather in Mine anger and in My fury, And I have let rest, and have melted you.

¹ How is the gold become dim, Changed the best -- the pure gold? Poured out are stones of the sanctuary At the head of all out-places.

² The precious sons of Zion, Who are comparable with fine gold, How have they been reckoned earthen bottles, Work of the hands of a potter.

⁴ From my knowing that thou art obstinate, And a sinew of iron thy neck, And thy forehead brass,

⁹ And `to' his rock from fear he passeth on, And affrighted by the ensign have been his princes -- an affirmation of Jehovah, Who hath a light in Zion, And who hath a furnace in Jerusalem!

²⁵ And I turn back My hand upon thee, And I refine as purity thy dross, And I turn aside all thy tin,