The words of King Lemuel, an oracle that his mother taught him:
What [should I say], my son? What, son of my womb? What, son of my vows?
Don't spend your energy on women or your efforts on those who destroy kings.
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.
Speak up for those who have no voice, for the justice of all who are dispossessed.
Speak up, judge righteously, and defend the cause of the oppressed and needy.