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Alas! for the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim, And for his fading wreath of majestic beauty, - Which is on the head of the fertile valley, of them who are overcome with wine.

Lo! My Lord hath one who is, strong and bold, Like a storm of hail, a destroying tempest, Like a storm of mighty waters overflowing, Hath he thrust it down to the earth with force:

With the feet shall be trodden down, the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim,

So shall his fading wreath of majestic beauty, Which is on the head of the fertile valley, become - Like the first-ripe fig before fruit-harvest, Which when he that looketh upon it seeth while it is yet in his hand, he swalloweth it up.

In that day, will Yahweh of hosts become A crown of beauty, and A diadem of majesty, - Unto the remnant of his people:

Even a spirit of justice - to him that presideth over justice, And strength to them who would turn back the battle at the gate.