1 Woe to the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim,

and to the fading flower of its glorious beauty,

which is on the head of the rich valley of those overcome with wine!

2 Behold, 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 will cast down to the earth with violence.

3 The proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim

will be trodden under foot;

4 and the fading flower of its glorious beauty,

which is on the head of the rich valley,

will be like a first-ripe fig before the summer:

when a man sees it, he eats it up

as soon as it is in his hand.