⁶     Woe to this city polluted with blood—
        that pot thickly corroded, whose filth is impossible to clean!
    Empty the pot one piece at a time;
        don’t bother choosing one or the other!
⁷     The blood she shed is still polluting the city.
        She poured it out on bare rock
    Instead of into the ground
        to be absorbed by the dust where blood belongs.
⁸     I have spilled her blood on bare rock
        so that it may not be covered,
        knowing My anger would be ignited and My revenge accomplished.