1 What sorrow awaits the proud city of Samaria—the glorious crown of the drunks of Israel.It sits at the head of a fertile valley,but its glorious beauty will fade like a flower.It is the pride of a peoplebrought down by wine.
2 For the Lord will send a mighty army against it.Like a mighty hailstorm and a torrential rain,they will burst upon it like a surging floodand smash it to the ground.
3 The proud city of Samaria—the glorious crown of the drunks of Israel—will be trampled beneath its enemies’ feet.
4 It sits at the head of a fertile valley,but its glorious beauty will fade like a flower.Whoever sees it will snatch it up,as an early fig is quickly picked and eaten.
5 Then at last the lord of Heaven’s Armieswill himself be Israel’s glorious crown.He will be the pride and joyof the remnant of his people.
6 He will give a longing for justiceto their judges.He will give great courageto their warriors who stand at the gates.