“Son of man, the house of Israel has become dross to Me. All of them are copper, tin, iron, and lead inside the furnace; they are but the dross of silver.
Your silver has become dross; your fine wine is diluted with water.
All the wicked on earth You discard like dross; therefore I love Your testimonies.
See, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.
All are hardened rebels, walking around as slanderers. They are bronze and iron; all of them are corrupt.
A crucible for silver and a furnace for gold, but the LORD is the tester of hearts.
Their rock will pass away for fear, and their princes will panic at the sight of the battle standard,” declares the LORD
How the gold has become tarnished, the pure gold has become dull! The gems of the temple lie scattered on every street c
I will turn My hand against you; I will thoroughly purge your dross; I will remove all your impurities.
Just as one gathers silver, copper, iron, lead, and tin into the furnace to melt with a fiery blast, so I will gather yo
For I knew that you are stubborn; your neck is iron and your forehead is bronze.