Ezekiel 24:3–13
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3and use unto the rebellious house a simile, and thou hast said unto them: Thus said the Lord Jehovah: To set on the pot, to set it on, and also to pour into it water, 4To gather its pieces unto it, every good piece, Thigh and shoulder, the choice of the bones to fill in. 5The choice of the flock to take, And also to pile of the bones under it, Boil it thoroughly, yea, cook its bones in its midst. 6Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Woe to the city of blood, A pot whose scum is in it, And its scum hath not come out of it, By piece of it, by piece of it bring it out, Not fallen on it hath a lot. 7For her blood in her midst hath been, On a clear place of a rock she hath set it, She hath not poured it on the earth, To cover it over with dust. 8To cause fury to come up to take vengeance, I have put her blood on a clear place of a rock—not to be covered. 9Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Woe to the city of blood, yea, I—I make great the pile. 10Make abundant the wood, Kindle the fire, consume the flesh, And make the compound, And let the bones be burnt. 11And cause it to stand on its coals empty, So that its brass is hot and burning, Melted hath been in its midst its uncleanness, Consumed is its scum. 12With sorrows she hath wearied herself, And the abundance of her scum goeth not out of her, In the fire is her scum. 13In thine uncleanness is wickedness, Because I have cleansed thee, And thou hast not been cleansed, From thine uncleanness thou art not cleansed again, Till I have caused My fury to rest on thee.
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