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The proud crown of Ephraim’s drunks
will be trampled underfoot.
The glorious beauty is a fading flower
which is at the head of the fertile valley,
like a first-ripe fig before summer—
whoever sees it, swallows it up while it is still in his palm.

In that day Adonai-Tzva’ot
will be a crown of glory,
a diadem of beauty
to the remnant of His people,

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