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The majestic garlands of Ephraim’s drunkards
    will be trampled underfoot.
And the fading blooms of its glorious beauty,
    at the head of the lush valley,
will be like early figs before the summer;
    whoever sees them will pluck them
    and immediately consume them.
On that day the Lord of hosts
    will be a crown of glory
and a beautiful diadem
    to the remnant of his people,

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