Woeto those who riseearlyin the morningthat they may pursuestrongdrink,Who stayup latein the eveningthat winemay inflamethem!
"I am noweightyyearsold.Can I distinguishbetweengoodand bad?Orcan your servanttastewhatI eator whatI drink?Orcan I hearanymorethe voiceof singingmen and women? Whythen should your servantbe an addedburdento my lordthe king?
Wineis a mocker,strongdrinka brawler,And whoeveris intoxicatedby it is not wise.
At the lastit biteslike a serpentAnd stingslike a viper.
Instead, there is gaietyand gladness,Killingof cattleand slaughteringof sheep,Eatingof meatand drinkingof wine:"Let us eatand drink,for tomorrowwe may die."
They do not drinkwinewith song;Strongdrinkis bitterto those who drinkit.
Woeto the proudcrownof the drunkardsof Ephraim,And to the fadingflowerof its gloriousbeauty,Whichis at the headof the fertilevalleyOf those who are overcomewith wine!
The proudcrownof the drunkardsof Ephraimis troddenunder foot.
Woeto those who are heroesin drinkingwineAnd valiantmenin mixingstrongdrink,
"Come,"[they say], "let us getwine,and let us drinkheavilyof strongdrink;And tomorrowwill be like today,only moreso."
"Woeto you who make your neighborsdrink,Who mixin your venomevento make[them] drunkSoas to lookon their nakedness!
"Furthermore,winebetraysthe haughtyman,So that he does not stayat home.He enlargeshis appetitelike Sheol,And he is like death,neversatisfied.He also gathersto himself allnationsAnd collectsto himself allpeoples.
"Be on guard,sothat your heartswill not be weighted downwith dissipationand drunkennessand the worriesof life,and that daywill not comeon you suddenlylikea trap;
Let us behaveproperlyas in the day,not in carousingand drunkenness,not in sexual promiscuityand sensuality,not in strifeand jealousy.
northieves,nor[the] covetous,nordrunkards,norrevilers,norswindlers,will inheritthe kingdomof God.
envying,drunkenness,carousing,and things likethese,of whichI forewarnyou, justas I have forewarnedyou, that thosewho practicesuch thingswill not inheritthe kingdomof God.
Then Abigailcameto Nabal,and behold,he was holding a feastin his house,like the feastof a king.And Nabal'sheartwas merrywithinhim, for he was verydrunk;so she did not tellhim anythingat alluntilthe morninglight.
