1Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaining? Who has 2wounds without cause? Who has 3redness of eyes?
Those who 4tarry long over wine; those who go to try 5mixed wine.
Do not look at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly.
In the end it 6bites like a serpent and stings like an adder.
Your eyes will see strange things, and your heart utter 7perverse things.
You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea, like one who lies on the top of a mast.
"They 8struck me," you will say,"but I was not hurt; they beat me, but I did not feel it. When shall I awake? I 9must have another drink."