Your word I have treasured in my heart, That I may not sin against You.

Take away the dross from the silver, And there comes out a vessel for the smith;

Like an earthen vessel overlaid with silver dross Are burning lips and a wicked heart.

Your silver has become dross, Your drink diluted with water.

"I will also turn My hand against you, And will smelt away your dross as with lye And will remove all your alloy.