On that day
the splendor of Jacob will fade,
and his healthy body will become emaciated.

Woe to the majestic crown of Ephraim’s drunkards,
and to the fading flower of its beautiful splendor,
which is on the summit above the rich valley.
Woe to those overcome with wine.

The fading flower of his beautiful splendor,
which is on the summit above the rich valley,
will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest.
Whoever sees it will swallow it
while it is still in his hand.

The grass withers, the flowers fade
when the breath of the Lord blows on them;
indeed, the people are grass.

The grass withers, the flowers fade,
but the word of our God remains forever.”

Your sun will no longer set,
and your moon will not fade;
for the Lord will be your everlasting light,
and the days of your sorrow will be over.