Your eyeswill seestrangethingsAnd your mindwill utterperversethings.
Those who sitin the gatetalkabout me, And I [am] the songof the drunkards.
To deliveryou from the wayof evil,From the manwho speaksperversethings;
Wineis a mocker,strongdrinka brawler,And whoeveris intoxicatedby it is not wise.
And you will be like one who liesdownin the middleof the sea,Or like one who liesdownon the topof a mast.
For they will drinkand forgetwhat is decreed,And pervertthe rightsof allthe afflicted.
They drankthe wineand praisedthe godsof goldand silver,of bronze,iron,woodand stone.
On the dayof our king,the princesbecamesickwith the heatof wine;He stretchedout his handwith scoffers,
