1 Ah! majestic garlandof the drunkards of Ephraim,Fading blooms of his glorious beauty,at the head of the fertile valley,upon those stupefied with wine.
2 See, the Lord has a strong one, a mighty one,who, like an onslaught of hail, a destructive storm,Like a flood of water, great and overflowing,levels to the ground with violence;
3 With feet that will tramplethe majestic garland of the drunkards of Ephraim.
4 The fading blooms of his glorious beautyat the head of the fertile valleyWill be like an early fig before summer:whoever sees it,swallows it as soon as it is in hand.
5 On that day the Lord of hostswill be a glorious crownAnd a brilliant diademfor the remnant of his people,
6 A spirit of judgmentfor the one who sits in judgment,And strength for thosewho turn back the battle at the gate.