Woe1 to that wreath, the pride of Ephraim's2 drunkards, to the fading flower, his glorious beauty, set on the head of a fertile valley3-- to that city, the pride of those laid low by wine!42
See, the Lord has one who is powerful5 and strong. Like a hailstorm6 and a destructive wind,7 like a driving rain and a flooding8 downpour, he will throw it forcefully to the ground.
That wreath, the pride of Ephraim's9 drunkards, will be trampled10 underfoot.
That fading flower, his glorious beauty, set on the head of a fertile valley,11 will be like a fig12 ripe before harvest-- as soon as someone sees it and takes it in his hand, he swallows it.
In that day13 the LORD Almighty will be a glorious14 crown,15 a beautiful wreath for the remnant16 of his people.