Your eyes look on strange women, And your heart speaks perversities.
They who sit in the gate talk about me, And I am the song of the drunkards.
To deliver you from the evil way, From the man who speaks perversities,
Wine is a scoffer, strong drink a brawler, And whoever is led astray by it is not wise.
And you shall be as one Lying down in the midst of the sea, And as one lying at the top of the mast, saying,
Lest they drink and forget the law, And pervert the right of all the afflicted.
They drank wine, and praised the elahin of gold, and of silver, of bronze, of iron, of wood and of stone.
“In the day of our sovereign rulers became sick, inflamed with wine. He extended his hand with scoffers.