⁴ And the dead flower of his glory, which is on the head of the fertile valley, will be like the first early fruit before the summer; which a man takes and puts in his mouth the minute he sees it.

¹² All your walled places will be like fig-trees and your people like the first figs, falling at a shake into the mouth which is open for them.

¹ Sorrow is mine! for I am as when they have got in the summer fruits, like the last of the grapes: there is nothing for food, not even an early fig for my desire.

¹ Ho! crown of pride of those who are given up to wine in Ephraim, and the dead flower of his glory which is on the head of those who are overcome by strong drink!

¹³ And the stars of heaven were falling to the earth, like green fruit from a tree before the force of a great wind.

¹⁰ But the man of wealth, that he is made low; because like the flower of the grass he will come to his end.

¹¹ For when the sun comes up with its burning heat, the grass gets dry and the grace of its form is gone with the falling flower; so the man of wealth comes to nothing in his ways.

¹⁵ Though he gives fruit among his brothers, an east wind will come, the wind of the Lord coming up from the waste land, and his spring will become dry, his fountain will be without water: it will make waste the store of all the vessels of his desire.

¹ When the words of my law came from Ephraim, he was lifted up in Israel; but when he did evil through the Baal, death overtook him.

¹⁶ The rod has come on Ephraim, their root is dry, let them have no fruit; even though they give birth, I will put to death the dearest fruit of their bodies.

¹⁰ I made discovery of Israel as of grapes in the waste land; I saw your fathers as the first-fruits of the fig-tree in her early fruit time; but they came to Baal-peor, and made themselves holy to the thing of shame, and became disgusting like that to which they gave their love.

¹¹ As for Ephraim, their glory will go in flight like a bird: there will be no birth and no one with child and no giving of life.

⁴ O Ephraim, what am I to do to you? O Judah, what am I to do to you? For your love is like a morning cloud, and like the dew which goes early away.

¹⁹ How suddenly are they wasted! fears are the cause of their destruction.

²⁰ As a dream when one is awake, they are ended; they are like an image gone out of mind when sleep is over.