Isaiah 28:1–8

¹Woe 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!

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 will cast down to the earth with violence.

³The proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim

will be trodden under foot;

⁴and 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.

⁵In that day the Lord of hosts will be a crown of glory,

and a diadem of beauty, to the remnant of his people;

⁶and a spirit of justice to him who sits in judgment,

and strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate.

⁷These also reel with wine

and stagger with strong drink;

the priest and the prophet reel with strong drink,

they are confused with wine,

they stagger with strong drink;

they err in vision,

they stumble in giving judgment.

⁸For all tables are full of vomit,

no place is without filthiness.