The majestic crown of Ephraim’s drunkards
will be trampled underfoot.
The fading flower of his beautiful splendor,
which is on the summit above the rich valley,
will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest.(A)
Whoever sees it will swallow it
while it is still in his hand.
On that day
the Lord of Hosts will become a crown of beauty
and a diadem of splendor(B)
to the remnant of His people,

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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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