Ah, the proud garland of the drunkards of Ephraim, and the fading flower of its glorious beauty, which is on the head of those bloated with rich food, of those overcome with wine!
See, the Lord has one who is mighty and strong; like a storm of hail, a destroying tempest, like a storm of mighty, overflowing waters; with his hand he will hurl them down to the earth.
Trampled under foot will be the proud garland of the drunkards of Ephraim.
And the fading flower of its glorious beauty, which is on the head of those bloated with rich food, will be like a first-ripe fig before the summer; whoever sees it, eats it up as soon as it comes to hand.
In that day the Lord of hosts will be a garland of glory, and a diadem of beauty, to the remnant of his people;
and a spirit of justice to the one who sits in judgment, and strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate.