5 Choose the pick of the flock,then pile logs beneath it;Bring it to a boil,cook all the pieces in it.
6 Therefore thus says the Lord God:Woe to the city full of blood!A pot containing filth,whose filth cannot be removed!Take out its pieces one by one,for no lot has fallen on their behalf.
7 For her blood is still in her midst;on a bare rock she left it;She did not pour it on the groundto be covered with dirt.
8 To arouse wrath, to exact vengeance,I have left her blood on bare rocknot to be covered.
9 Therefore, thus says the Lord God:Woe to the city full of blood!I will make the pyre great!
10 Pile on the wood, kindle the fire.Cook the meat, stir the spicy mixture,char the bones!
11 Then set it empty on the coals,to heat up until its copper glows,So its impurities melt,its filth disappears.