Your silver has become dross, your wine mixed with water.

and I will turn my hand on you, thoroughly purge away your dross, and will take away all your tin.

Make an uproar, you peoples, and be broken in pieces. Listen, all you from far countries: dress for battle, and be shattered. Dress for battle, and be shattered.

In their streets, they dress themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.

Lift up your eyes all around, and see: all these gather themselves together, and come to you. As I live," says the LORD, "you shall surely clothe yourself with them all as with an ornament, and dress yourself with them, like a bride.