l Who has woe? Who has sorrow?
Who has strife? Who has complaining?
Who has m wounds without cause?
Who has n redness of eyes?
Those who o tarry long over wine;
those who go to try p mixed wine.
Do not look at wine when it is red,
when it sparkles in the cup
and goes down smoothly.
In the end it q bites like a serpent
and stings like an adder.
Your eyes will see strange things,
and your heart utter r perverse things.
You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea,
like one who lies on the top of a mast.
"They s struck me," you will say, "but I was not hurt;
they beat me, but I did not feel it.
When shall I awake?
I t must have another drink."
English Standard Version (ESV) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers.
Proverbs 23:20 - 21
Be not among drunkards or among gluttonous eaters of meat.
"They struck me," you will say, "but I was not hurt; they beat me, but I did not feel it. When shall I awake? I must have another drink."
His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.
Woe to those who rise early in the morning, that they may run after strong drink, who tarry late into the evening as wine inflames them!
She has slaughtered her beasts; she has mixed her wine; she has also set her table.
Come, eat of my bread and drink of the wine I have mixed.
For in the hand of the Lord there is a cup with foaming wine, well mixed, and he pours out from it, and all the wicked of the earth shall drain it down to the dregs.
Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine, and valiant men in mixing strong drink.
But you who forsake the Lord, who forget my holy mountain, who set a table for Fortune and fill cups of mixed wine for Destiny.
He will suck the poison of cobras; the tongue of a viper will kill him.
Delivering you from the way of evil, from men of perverted speech.
O Lord, do not your eyes look for truth? You have struck them down, but they felt no anguish; you have consumed them, but they refused to take correction. They have made their faces harder than rock; they have refused to repent.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaining? Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes?
"Come," they say, "let me get wine; let us fill ourselves with strong drink; and tomorrow will be like this day, great beyond measure."