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)

⁵ You strum away on your harps^(A) like David
    and improvise on musical instruments.^(B)