Proverbs 23:29
Who hath wo? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?
Who hath wo? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?
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30Those tarrying by the wine, Those going in to search out mixed wine.
31See not wine when it showeth itself red, When it giveth in the cup its colour, It goeth up and down through the upright.
32Its latter end -- as a serpent it biteth, And as a basilisk it stingeth.
33Thine eyes see strange women, And thy heart speaketh perverse things.
11Wo `to' those rising early in the morning, Strong drink they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!
1Wine `is' a scorner -- strong drink `is' noisy, And any going astray in it is not wise.
15Wo `to' him who is giving drink to his neighbour, Pouring out thy bottle, and also making drunk, In order to look on their nakedness.
21Wo `to' the wise in their own eyes, And -- before their own faces -- intelligent!
22Wo `to' the mighty to drink wine, And men of strength to mingle strong drink.
10Whoso is winking the eye giveth grief, And a talkative fool kicketh.
5And also, because the wine `is' treacherous, A man is haughty, and remaineth not at home, Who hath enlarged as sheol his soul, And is as death that is not satisfied, And doth gather unto itself all the nations, And doth assemble unto itself all the peoples,
11Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
12Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
28She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the treacherous among men she increaseth.
9With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.
35`They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'
7Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
5Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it hath been cut off from your mouth.
15A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,
13A calamity to his father `is' a foolish son, And the contentions of a wife `are' a continual dropping.
11A cry over the wine `is' in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.
6Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,
6From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.
9A wise man is judged by the foolish man, And he hath been angry, And he hath laughed, and there is no rest.
42And the voice of a multitude at ease `is' with her, And unto men of the common people are brought in Sabeans from the wilderness, And they put bracelets on their hands, And a beauteous crown on their heads.
12What -- doth thine heart take thee away? And what -- are thine eyes high?
17Whoso `is' loving mirth `is' a poor man, Whoso is loving wine and oil maketh no wealth.
20Be not thou among quaffers of wine, Among gluttonous ones of flesh,
21For the quaffer and glutton become poor, And drowsiness clotheth with rags.
17Also all his days in darkness he consumeth, and sadness, and wrath, and sickness abound.
3Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, And perversity dost cause to behold? And spoiling and violence `are' before me, And there is strife, and contention doth lift `itself' up,
17Laying hold on the ears of a dog, `Is' a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own.
18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
19So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, `Am not I playing?'
11Whoredom, and wine, and new wine, take the heart,
2She weepeth sore in the night, And her tear `is' on her cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.
17For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.
4Fury `is' fierce, and anger `is' overflowing, And who standeth before jealousy?
33A stroke and shame he doth find, And his reproach is not wiped away,
2For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple,
19There is no weakening of thy destruction, Grievous `is' thy smiting, All hearing thy fame have clapped the hand at thee, For over whom did not thy wickedness pass continually?
10Cast out a scorner -- and contention goeth out, And strife and shame cease.
10A vain man through pride causeth debate, And with the counselled `is' wisdom.
31Who doth declare to his face his way? And `for' that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?
30And thou, O spoiled one, what dost thou? For thou puttest on scarlet, For thou adornest thyself `with' ornaments of gold. For thou rendest with pain thine eyes, In vain thou dost make thyself fair, Kicked against thee have doting ones, Thy life they do seek.
8And he hath travelled for company With workers of iniquity, So as to go with men of wickedness.
25A provocation to his father `is' a foolish son, And bitterness to her that bare him.
3A man loving wisdom rejoiceth his father, And a friend of harlots destroyeth wealth.
9A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.