Ezekiel 24:12

Verse 12 of 27. The 24th of 48 chapters in Ezekiel, in The Major Prophets.

8That it might cause fury to come up to take vengeance; I have set her blood upon the top of a rock, that it should not be covered.

9Therefore thus saith the Lord God; Woe to the bloody city! I will even make the pile for fire great.

10Heap on wood, kindle the fire, consume the flesh, and spice it well, and let the bones be burned.

11Then set it empty upon the coals thereof, that the brass of it may be hot, and may burn, and that the filthiness of it may be molten in it, that the scum of it may be consumed.

12She hath wearied herself with lies, and her great scum went not forth out of her: her scum shall be in the fire.

13In thy filthiness is lewdness: because I have purged thee, and thou wast not purged, thou shalt not be purged from thy filthiness any more, till I have caused my fury to rest upon thee.

14I the Lord have spoken it: it shall come to pass, and I will do it; I will not go back, neither will I spare, neither will I repent; according to thy ways, and according to thy doings, shall they judge thee, saith the Lord God.

15Also the word of the Lord came unto me, saying,

16Son of man, behold, I take away from thee the desire of thine eyes with a stroke: yet neither shalt thou mourn nor weep, neither shall thy tears run down.

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Ezekiel 24:12 in the World English Bible

She is weary with toil; yet her great rust, rust by fire, doesn’t leave her.
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Matthew Henry on Ezekiel 24:12

The great scum that went not forth out of her (v. 12), that stuck to the pot when all was boiled away, and was molten in it (v. 11), some of this runs over into the fire (v. 12), inflames that, and makes it burn the more furiously, but it shall all be consumed at last, v. 11.

Read Matthew Henry on Ezekiel 24:1–14: The Parable of the Boiling Pot; The Explanation of the Parable. (b. c. 590.)

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King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.