28 Woe to the showy* crown* of the drunkards of Eʹphra·im+

And the fading blossom of its glorious beauty,

Which is on the head of the fertile valley of those overcome with wine!

Like a thundering hailstorm, a destructive windstorm,

Like a thunderstorm of powerful floodwaters,

He will forcefully hurl it down to the earth.

 3 The showy* crowns of the drunkards of Eʹphra·im

Will be trampled underfoot.+

13 Eʹphra·im, planted in a pasture, was to me like Tyre;+

Now Eʹphra·im must bring his sons out to the slaughter.”