“Who
hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath
wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at
the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine
when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself
aright. t the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an
adder. Thine eyes shall behold strange women, and thine heart shall utter
perverse things. Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of
the sea, or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast. They have stricken
me, shalt thou 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.”
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