Thine eyes see strange women, And thy heart speaketh perverse things.
Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
To deliver thee from an evil way, From any speaking froward things,
Wine `is' a scorner -- strong drink `is' noisy, And any going astray in it is not wise.
And thou hast been as one lying down in the heart of the sea, And as one lying down on the top of a mast.
Lest he drink, and forget the decree, And change the judgment of any of the sons of affliction.
they have drunk wine, and have praised the gods of gold, and of silver, of brass, of iron, of wood, and of stone.
A day of our king! Princes have polluted themselves `with' the poison of wine, He hath drawn out his hand with scorners.