Isaiah 28:1–8

¹Woe to the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim. And the fading flower of the beauty of his glory, That is on the head of the fat valley of the broken down of wine. ²Lo, a mighty and strong one is to the Lord, As a storm of hail—a destructive shower, As an inundation of mighty waters overflowing, He cast down to the earth with the hand. ³By feet trodden down is the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim, ⁴And the fading flower of the beauty of his glory That is on the head of the fat valley, Hath been as its first-fruit before summer, That its beholder seeth, While it is yet in his hand he swalloweth it. ⁵In that day is Jehovah of Hosts For a crown of beauty, and for a diadem of glory, To the remnant of His people. ⁶And for a spirit of judgment To him who is sitting in the judgment, And for might to those turning back the battle to the gate. ⁷And even these through wine have erred, And through strong drink have wandered, Priest and prophet erred through strong drink, They have been swallowed up of the wine, They wandered because of the strong drink, They have erred in seeing, They have stumbled judicially. ⁸For all tables have been full of vomit, Filth—without place!