Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Son of man, the house of Israel is to me become dross: all they are brass, and tin, and iron, and lead, in the midst of the furnace; they are even the dross of silver.
All the sinners of the earth are like waste metal in your eyes; and for this cause I give my love to your unchanging word.
Your silver is no longer true metal, your wine is mixed with water.
All of them are turned away, going about with false stories; they are brass and iron: they are all workers of deceit.
As they put silver and brass and iron and lead and tin together inside the oven, heating up the fire on it to make it soft; so will I get you together in my wrath and in my passion, and, heating the fire with my breath, will make you soft.
Because I saw that your heart was hard, and that your neck was an iron cord, and your brow brass;
How dark has the gold become! how changed the best gold! the stones of the holy place are dropping out at the top of every street.
In the midst
The heating-pot is for silver and the oven-fire for gold, but the Lord is the tester of hearts.
And his rock will come to nothing because of fear, and his chiefs will go in flight from the flag, says the Lord, whose fire is in Zion, and his altar in Jerusalem.
See, I have been testing you for myself like silver; I have put you through the fire of trouble.
And get the bits together, the fat tail, every good part, the leg and the top part of it: make it full of the best bones.