29
Who has woe? who has sorrow? who has contentions? who has babbling? who has wounds without cause? who has redness of eyes?
30
They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.
31
Look not you upon the wine when it is red, when it gives its color in the cup, when it moves itself aright.
32
At the last it bites like a serpent, and stings like an adder.
33
Your eyes shall behold strange things, and your heart shall utter perverse things.
34
Yea, you shall be as he that lies down in the midst of the sea, or as he that lies upon the top of a mast.
35
They have stricken me, you shall say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
