A prostitute is a deep pit, and a foreign woman is a narrow well.
Indeed, she ambushes like a robber and increases the number of the faithless.
Who is suffering? Who is uneasy? Who has arguments? Who has complaints? Who has unnecessary wounds? Who has glazed eyes?—
those who linger over wine; those who go looking for mixed wine.
Don't look at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, going down smoothly.
In the end, it bites like a snake and poisons like a viper.
Your eyes will see strange things, and your heart will speak distorted words.
You will be like one who lies down while out on the sea or one who lies on top of a mast.
"Though hit, I feel no pain; though beaten up, I don't know anything about it. When I wake up, I'll look for wine again!"