Do not go out into the field, And do not walk on the road; For the enemy has a sword, Terror is on every side.
Daughter of my people, put on sackcloth And roll in ashes; Mourn as for an only son, A most bitter mourning. For suddenly the destroyer Will come against us.
'I have made you an assayer and
an examiner among My people, So that you may know and put their way to the test.'
All of them are stubbornly rebellious, Going about as a slanderer; They are
bronze and iron. They are, all of them, corrupt.
The bellows blow fiercely, The lead is consumed by the fire; In vain the refining goes on, But the wicked are not separated.
They call them rejected silver, Because the LORD has rejected them.