I will attack you; I will purify your metal with flux. I will remove all your slag.

And the strong shall be as flax, and his work as a spark. And they shall both burn together, and none shall quench them.

Moreover they that work in fine flax, and they that weave networks, shall be confounded.

A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench: he shall bring forth judgment unto truth.

Who is bringing forth chariot and horse, A force, even a strong one: 'Together they lie down -- they rise not, They have been extinguished, As flax they have been quenched.'

We are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags, stained with the flux of a woman: we fall every and each one as the leaf, for our sins carry us away like the wind.