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The drunks of Ephraim are proud of their beautiful crown,
    but that city will be trampled down.
That city sits on a hill with a rich valley around it.
    But that beautiful crown of flowers is just a dying plant.
It will be like the first figs of summer.
    As soon as someone sees a ripe one, they pick it and eat it.

At that time the Lord All-Powerful will become the “Beautiful Crown.” He will be the “Wonderful Crown of Flowers” for his people who are left.

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That wreath, the pride of Ephraim’s(A) drunkards,
    will be trampled(B) underfoot.
That fading flower, his glorious beauty,
    set on the head of a fertile valley,(C)
will be like figs(D) ripe before harvest—
    as soon as people see them and take them in hand,
    they swallow them.

In that day(E) the Lord Almighty
    will be a glorious(F) crown,(G)
a beautiful wreath
    for the remnant(H) of his people.

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