The fading crown meets the storm

1Woe to the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim, and to the fading flower of his glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley, those overcome by wine.

2Behold, the Lord has one who is mighty and strong; like a storm of hail, a destroying tempest, like a storm of mighty, overflowing waters, he casts it down to the earth with his hand.

3The proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim will be trampled underfoot.

4And the fading flower of his glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley, will be like an early fig before summer: whoever sees it, while it is still in his palm, swallows it down.

5In that day Yahweh of Armies will be a crown of beauty and a diadem of splendor for the remnant of his people.

6and a spirit of justice to the one who sits in judgment, and strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate.