²⁸ May God give you of the dew of heaven
    and of the fatness of the earth
    and plenty of grain and wine.^(A)

¹⁴ He grants peace^[a] within your borders;
    he fills you with the finest of wheat.^(A)

⁴ And the fading flower of its glorious beauty,
    at the head of the fertile valley,
will be like a first-ripe fig before the summer;
    whoever sees it eats it up
    as soon as it comes to hand.^(A)

28 Woe to the proud garland of the drunkards of Ephraim
    and the fading flower of its glorious beauty,
    at the head of the fertile valley,
    those overcome with wine!^(A)

¹⁶ I would feed you^[a] with the finest of the wheat,
    and with honey from the rock I would satisfy you.”^(A)

¹⁴ curds from the herd, and milk from the flock,
    with fat of lambs and rams,
Bashan bulls and goats,
    together with the choicest wheat—
    you drank fine wine from the blood of grapes.^(A)