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The proud city of Samaria—yes, the joy and delight of the drunkards of Israel—will be hurled to the ground and trampled beneath the enemies’ feet. Once glorious, her fading beauty surrounded by a fertile valley will suddenly be gone, greedily snatched away as an early fig is hungrily snatched and gobbled up!

Then at last the Lord Almighty himself will be their crowning glory, the diadem of beauty to his people who are left.

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That wreath, the pride of Ephraim’s(A) drunkards,
    will be trampled(B) underfoot.
That fading flower, his glorious beauty,
    set on the head of a fertile valley,(C)
will be like figs(D) ripe before harvest—
    as soon as people see them and take them in hand,
    they swallow them.

In that day(E) the Lord Almighty
    will be a glorious(F) crown,(G)
a beautiful wreath
    for the remnant(H) of his people.

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