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

你的银子变为渣滓；你的酒用水搀兑。

你的银子变为渣滓，你的酒用水冲淡。

你的银子变为渣滓，你的酒用水冲淡。

你曾经像银子，现在却像渣滓；曾经像美酒，现在却像搀了水的酒。

你的银子变成了渣滓，你的酒用水搀混。

你的银子成了渣滓，你的酒掺了水。

你的銀子變為渣滓；你的酒用水攙對。

你的銀子變為渣滓，你的酒用水沖淡。

你的銀子變為渣滓，你的酒用水沖淡。

你曾經像銀子，現在卻像渣滓；曾經像美酒，現在卻像攙了水的酒。

你的銀子變成了渣滓，你的酒用水攙混。

你的銀子變為渣滓，你的美酒用水攙雜。

你的銀子成了渣滓，你的酒摻了水。

爾銀為滓、酒雜以水、

爾銀變為滓、爾酒雜以水、

爾銀變為渣、爾酒雜以水、

Your silver has become dross, your choice wine is diluted with water.

Jerusalem, your silver isn’t pure anymore. Your best wine has been made weak with water.

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

Once like pure silver, you have become like worthless slag. Once so pure, you are now like watered down wine.

Your silver has become dross to be discarded, your beer is diluted with water.

Your silver has become waste matter, Your drink diluted with water.

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

Thy silver is become dross, thy wine mixed with water.

Your silver has become dross, your beer is diluted with water.

Thy silver is become dross, thy wine mixed with water:

Your silver has become scum, your beer is diluted with water.

“ Son of man, the house of Israel has become dross to me. All of them are bronze, tin, iron, and lead in the middle of the furnace. They are the dross of silver.Therefore the Lord Yahweh says:‘ Because you have all become dross, therefore, behold, I will gather you into the middle of Jerusalem.As they gather silver, bronze, iron, lead, and tin into the middle of the furnace, to blow the fire on it, to melt it; so I will gather you in my anger and in my wrath, and I will lay you there, and melt you.Yes, I will gather you, and blow on you with the fire of my wrath, and you will be melted in the middle of it.As silver is melted in the middle of the furnace, so you will be melted in the middle of it; and you will know that I, Yahweh, have poured out my wrath on you.’”

How the gold has become dim! The most pure gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how they are esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

Their drink has become sour. They play the prostitute continually. Her rulers dearly love their shameful way.

They are all grievous rebels, going around to slander. They are bronze and iron. All of them deal corruptly.The bellows blow fiercely. The lead is consumed in the fire. In vain they go on refining, for the wicked are not plucked away.Men will call them rejected silver, because Yahweh has rejected them.”

For we are not as so many, peddling the word of God. But as of sincerity, but as of God, in the sight of God, we speak in Christ.

“ Ephraim, what shall I do to you? Judah, what shall I do to you? For your love is like a morning cloud, and like the dew that disappears early.