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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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