Isaias

21 How is the faithful city become an harlot! she (that) was full of judgment, righteousness lodged in her; but now murderers:

22 Thy silver is become dross, thy wine impaired with water:

23 Thy princes (are) rebellious, and companions of thieves: every one of them loveth gifts, and followeth after rewards: they judge not the fatherless, ’doth the cause of the widow come unto them.

24 Therefore thus saith the Lord, the LORD of hosts, the mighty one of Israel, Ah, I will ease me of mine adversaries, and avenge me of mine enemies.

25 And I will bring back mine hand upon thee, and purge away as (with) lye thy dross, and take away all thine alloy: