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Woe to the crown of pride, to the drunkards of Ephraim, Whose glorious beauty is a fading flower Which is at the head of the verdant valleys, To those who are overcome with wine!
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Behold, the Lord has a mighty and strong one, Like a tempest of hail and a destroying storm, Like a flood of mighty waters overflowing, Who will bring them down to the earth with His hand.
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The crown of pride, the drunkards of Ephraim, Will be trampled underfoot;
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And the glorious beauty is a fading flower Which is at the head of the verdant valley, Like the first fruit before the summer, Which an observer sees; He eats it up while it is still in his hand.
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In that day the Lord of hosts will be For a crown of glory and a diadem of beauty To the remnant of His people,
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For a spirit of justice to him who sits in judgment, And for strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate.