1 vae coronae superbiae ebriis Ephraim et flori decidenti gloriae exultationis eius qui erant in vertice vallis pinguissimae errantes a vino
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Woe to that wreath, the pride of Ephraim’s drunkards, to the fading flower, his glorious beauty, set on the head of a fertile valley— to that city, the pride of those laid low by wine!