1. Ah! majestic garlandof the drunkards of Ephraim,Fading blooms of his glorious beauty,at the head of the fertile valley,upon those stupefied with wine.
2. See, the Lord has a strong one, a mighty one,who, like an onslaught of hail, a destructive storm,Like a flood of water, great and overflowing,levels to the ground with violence;
3. With feet that will tramplethe majestic garland of the drunkards of Ephraim.
4. The fading blooms of his glorious beautyat the head of the fertile valleyWill be like an early fig before summer:whoever sees it,swallows it as soon as it is in hand.
5. On that day the Lord of hostswill be a glorious crownAnd a brilliant diademfor the remnant of his people,