1 The splendid crown of Ephraim’s drunkards is doomed,the withering flower, its beautiful splendor,situated at the head of a rich valley,the crown of those overcome with wine.
2 Look, the sovereign master sends a strong, powerful one.With the force of a hailstorm or a destructive windstorm,with the might of a driving, torrential rainstorm,he will knock that crown to the ground with his hand.
3 The splendid crown of Ephraim’s drunkardswill be trampled underfoot.
4 The withering flower, its beautiful splendor,situated at the head of a rich valley, will be like an early fig before harvest – as soon as someone notices it,he grabs it and swallows it.
5 At that time the Lord who commands armies will become a beautiful crown and a splendid diadem for the remnant of his people.