29 Who has woe? who has sorrow? who has contentions? who has babbling? who has wounds without cause? who has redness of eyes?

30 They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.

31 Look not you on the wine when it is red, when it gives his color in the cup, when it moves itself aright.

32 At the last it bites like a serpent, and stings like an adder.

33 Your eyes shall behold strange women, and your heart shall utter perverse things.