27For a harlot is a deep ditch: and a strange woman is a narrow pit.
28She lieth in wait in the way as a robber, and him whom she shall see unwary, she will kill.
29Who hath woe? whose father hath woe? who hath contentions? who falls into pits? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
30Surely they that pass their time in wine, and study to drink of their cups.
31Look not upon the wine when it is yellow, when the colour thereof shineth in the glass: it goeth in pleasantly,
32But in the end, it will bite like a snake, and will spread abroad poison like a basilisk.
33Thy eyes shall behold strange women, and thy heart shall utter perverse things.
34And thou shalt be as one sleeping in the midst of the sea, and as a pilot fast asleep, when the stern is lost.
35And thou shalt say: They have beaten me, but I was not sensible of pain: they drew me, and I felt not: when shall I awake, and find wine again?