Therefore the Lord will smite with a scab the crown of the head of the daughters of Zion, and the LORD will uncover their secret parts.

For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the herb is withered away, the grass faileth, there is no green thing.

And it shall be as when the harvest-man gathereth the corn, and reapeth the ears with his arm; and it shall be as he that gathereth ears in the valley of Rephaim.

O my threshing, and the corn of my floor; that which I have heard from the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel, have I declared to you.

Woe to the crown of pride, to the drunkards of Ephraim, whose glorious beauty is a fading flower; who are on the head of the rich valleys of them that are overcome with wine!

The crown of pride, the drunkards of Ephraim shall be trodden under feet.

In that day will the LORD of hosts be for a crown of glory, and for a diadem of beauty, to the residue of his people,

Bread-corn is bruised; because he will not always be threshing it, nor break it with the wheel of his cart, nor bruise it with his horsemen.

Until I come and take you away to a land like your own land, a land of corn and wine, a land of bread and vineyards.

Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were dismayed and confounded: they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the house-tops, and as corn blasted before it is grown up.

Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered: I mourned as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

Inflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree, slaying the children in the valleys under the cliffs of the rocks?

Thou shalt also be a crown of glory in the hand of the LORD, and a royal diadem in the hand of thy God.

The LORD hath sworn by his right hand, and by the arm of his strength, Surely I will no more give thy corn to be food for thy enemies; and the sons of the stranger shall not drink thy wine, for which thou hast labored: