Listen, my son, and be wise; keep your mind on the right course.
Don't associate with those who drink too much wine, or with those who gorge themselves on meat.
For the drunkard and the glutton will become poor, and grogginess will clothe [them] in rags.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has conflicts? Who has complaints? Who has wounds for no reason? Who has red eyes?
Those who linger over wine, those who go looking for mixed wine.
Don't gaze at wine when it is red, when it gleams in the cup and goes down smoothly.
In the end it bites like a snake and stings like a viper.
Your eyes will see strange things, and you will say absurd things.
You'll be like someone sleeping out at sea or lying down on the top of a ship's mast.
"They struck me, but I feel no pain! They beat me, but I didn't know it! When will I wake up? I'll look for another [drink]."
It is not for kings, Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine or for rulers [to desire] beer.
Otherwise, they will drink, forget what is decreed, and pervert justice for all the oppressed.
Give beer to one who is dying, and wine to one whose life is bitter.
Let him drink so that he can forget his poverty and remember his trouble no more.