29  Who has woe? Who has sorrow?

Who has strife? Who has complaining?

Who has wounds without cause?

Who has redness of eyes?

30  Those who tarry long over ^wwine;

those who go to try mixed wine.

31  Do not look at wine when it is red,

when it sparkles in the cup

and goes down smoothly.

32  In the end it bites like a serpent

and stings like an adder.

33  Your eyes will see strange things,

and your heart utter ^xperverse things.

34  You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea,

like one who lies on the top of a mast.¹

35  “They struck me,” you will say,² “but I was not hurt;

they beat me, but I did not feel it.

When shall I awake?

I must have another drink.”