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The majestic crown of Ephraim’s drunkards
will be trampled underfoot.
The fading flower of his beautiful splendour,
which is on the summit above the rich valley,
will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest.(A)
Whoever sees it will swallow it
while it is still in his hand.
On that day
the Lord of Armies will become a crown of beauty
and a diadem of splendour(B)
to the remnant of his people,

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