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That city, the pride of Israel’s drunken people,
    will be trampled underfoot.
That beautiful crown of flowers is just a dying plant.
    It sits on a hill above a rich valley.
That city will be like the first fig of summer.
    When a person sees it,
    he quickly picks it and eats it.

At that time the Lord of heaven’s armies
    will be like a beautiful crown.
He will be like a wonderful crown of flowers
    for his people who are left alive.

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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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