Your eyes will see strange things. Your heart will utter perverse things.
On the day of our king, princes become sick from wine. His hand drags scorners along.
They drank the wine and praised the gods made of gold and silver, bronze, iron, wood and stone.
lest they drink, forget what is decreed, and pervert justice for all the oppressed.
to deliver you from the way of evil, from those speaking perverse things,
When I put on sackcloth, I became a joke to them.
Then you will be like one lying down in the heart of the sea, or sprawled on the top of a mast.
Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler. Whoever is led astray by them is unwise.