26. O daughter of My people, Gird on sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes, The mourning of an only one make for thee, A lamentation most bitter, For suddenly come doth the spoiler against us.
27. A watch-tower I have given thee, Among My people a fortress, And thou knowest, and hast tried their way.
28. All of them are turned aside by apostates, Walking slanderously--brass and iron, All of them are corrupters.
29. The bellows have been burnt, By fire hath the lead been consumed, In vain hath a refiner refined, And the wicked have not been drawn away.
30. `Silver rejected,' they have called to them, For Jehovah hath kicked against them!