1 Ah, the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim,and the fading flower of its glorious beauty,which is on the head of the rich valley of those overcome with wine!
2 Behold, the Lord has one who is mighty and strong;like a storm of hail, a destroying tempest,like a storm of mighty, overflowing waters,he casts down to the earth with his hand.
3 The proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraimwill be trodden underfoot;
4 and the fading flower of its glorious beauty,which is on the head of the rich valley,will be like a first-ripe fig before the summer:when someone sees it, he swallows itas soon as it is in his hand.
5 In that day the Lord of hosts will be a crown of glory,and a diadem of beauty, to the remnant of his people,
6 and a spirit of justice to him who sits in judgment,and strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate.
7 These also reel with wineand stagger with strong drink;the priest and the prophet reel with strong drink,they are swallowed by wine,they stagger with strong drink,they reel in vision,they stumble in giving judgment.