CLV(i)
1 Woe! Proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim! And decaying blossom of its stately beauty, which is at the head of the fertile ravine, drunkards for whom there is no wine!"
2 Behold! The anger of Yahweh is steadfast and resolute as a hail storm, a stinging horror, as a storm of waters, abundant, overflowing. And He drags it to the earth by His hand."
3 With their feet will they tramp the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim,
4 and its stately beauty becomes a decaying blossom, which is at the head of the fertile ravine, as its firstfruit, ere the summer, when the seer is seeing it, with it still in his palm, he is swallowing it up."