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The proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim
    is trodden under foot;
and the fading flower of its glorious beauty,
    which is at the head of the fertile valley,
shall be like a first-ripe fig before the summer,
    which when one sees, while it is yet in his hand,
    he eats it up.

In that day the Lord of Hosts
    shall become a crown of glory
and a diadem of beauty
    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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