Proverbs 23:29
Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
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30They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.
31Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
32At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
33Thine eyes shall behold strange women, and thine heart shall utter perverse things.
11Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink; that continue until night, till wine inflame them!
1Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.
15Woe unto him that giveth his neighbour drink, that puttest thy bottle to him, and makest him drunken also, that thou mayest look on their nakedness!
21Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!
22Woe unto them that are mighty to drink wine, and men of strength to mingle strong drink:
10He that winketh with the eye causeth sorrow: but a prating fool shall fall.
5Yea also, because he transgresseth by wine, he is a proud man, neither keepeth at home, who enlargeth his desire as hell, and is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto him all nations, and heapeth unto him all people:
11Which make oil within their walls, and tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.
12Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them.
28She also lieth in wait as for a prey, and increaseth the transgressors among men.
9They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to them that drink it.
35They 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.
7The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.
5Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
15A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike.
13A foolish son is the calamity of his father: and the contentions of a wife are a continual dropping.
11There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.
6Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts.
6From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
9If a wise man contendeth with a foolish man, whether he rage or laugh, there is no rest.
42And a voice of a multitude being at ease was with her: and with the men of the common sort were brought Sabeans from the wilderness, which put bracelets upon their hands, and beautiful crowns upon their heads.
12Why doth thine heart carry thee away? and what do thy eyes wink at,
17He that loveth pleasure shall be a poor man: he that loveth wine and oil shall not be rich.
20Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh:
21For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
17All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he hath much sorrow and wrath with his sickness.
3Why dost thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold grievance? for spoiling and violence are before me: and there are that raise up strife and contention.
17He that passeth by, and meddleth with strife belonging not to him, is like one that taketh a dog by the ears.
18As a mad man who casteth firebrands, arrows, and death,
19So is the man that deceiveth his neighbour, and saith, Am not I in sport?
11Whoredom and wine and new wine take away the heart.
2She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.
17For they eat the bread of wickedness, and drink the wine of violence.
4Wrath is cruel, and anger is outrageous; but who is able to stand before envy?
33A wound and dishonour shall he get; and his reproach shall not be wiped away.
2For wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly one.
19There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
10Cast out the scorner, and contention shall go out; yea, strife and reproach shall cease.
10Only by pride cometh contention: but with the well advised is wisdom.
31Who shall declare his way to his face? and who shall repay him what he hath done?
30And when thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou rentest thy face with painting, in vain shalt thou make thyself fair; thy lovers will despise thee, they will seek thy life.
8Which goeth in company with the workers of iniquity, and walketh with wicked men.
25A foolish son is a grief to his father, and bitterness to her that bare him.
3Whoso loveth wisdom rejoiceth his father: but he that keepeth company with harlots spendeth his substance.
9As a thorn goeth up into the hand of a drunkard, so is a parable in the mouth of fools.