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28 Woe to the crown of pride, the drunkards of Ephraim. For his glorious beauty shall be as a fading flower upon the head of the valley of fatness to those who are overcome with wine.

Behold, the LORD has a mighty and strong one, like a tempest of hail, a whirlwind that overthrows, like a tempest of mighty waters that overflow, which throw to the ground mightily.

They shall be trampled underfoot: the crown, the pride of the drunkards of Ephraim.

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