⁴ That fading flower, his glorious beauty,
    set on the head of a fertile valley,^(A)
will be like figs^(B) ripe before harvest—
    as soon as people see them and take them in hand,
    they swallow them.

7 What misery is mine!
I am like one who gathers summer fruit
    at the gleaning of the vineyard;
there is no cluster of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs^(A) that I crave.

28 Woe^(A) to that wreath, the pride of Ephraim’s^(B) drunkards,
    to the fading flower, his glorious beauty,
set on the head of a fertile valley^(C)—
    to that city, the pride of those laid low by wine!^(D)

13 When Ephraim spoke, people trembled;^(A)
    he was exalted^(B) in Israel.
    But he became guilty of Baal worship^(C) and died.