I am a son of eighty years today. Can I distinguish between good and evil? Can your servant taste that which I am eating, and that which I drink? Can I any more listen to the voice of singing men and singing women? And why should your servant be any more as a burden to my lord the king?
Woe to the crown of pride of the drunkards of Ephraim, and the fading flower, the glory of his beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley of those smitten with wine!
And also, wine indeed betrays a proud man, and he dwells not at home; who wid ens his soul like Sheol; and he is like death, and is not satisfied, but gathers all the nations to himself, and collects all the peoples to himself.
But take heed to yourselves that your hearts not be loaded down with headaches, and drinking, and anxieties of life, and that day come suddenly upon you.
envyings, murders, drunkennesses, revelings, and things like these; of which I tell you beforehand, even as I also said before, that the ones practicing such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.
And Abigail came to Nabal. And, behold, to him was a feast in his house, like the feast of the king. And Nabal’s heart felt good within him, and he was drunk until excess. And she did not report to him a word, more or less, until the light of the morning.