Thine eyes shall behold strange things, And thine heart shall utter froward things.
On the day of our king the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine; he stretched out his hand with scorners.
They drank wine, and praised the gods of gold, and of silver, of brass, of iron, of wood, and of stone.
Lest they drink, and forget the law, And pervert the judgement of any that is afflicted.
To deliver thee from the way of evil, From the men that speak froward things;
They that sit in the gate talk of me; And I am the song of the drunkards.
Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, Or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast.
Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler; And whosoever erreth thereby is not wise.