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Drunken Ephraim’s proud crown will be trampled underfoot.
The fading flower of its glorious beauty, on the peak overlooking
        a fertile valley,
    will be like the early figs before summer,
    which someone picks and swallows as soon as he sees them.
On that day the Lord of Armies will become a glorious crown
and a beautifully braided headband for 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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