1The words of Lemuel, the king; the vision by which his mother taught him.
2What, my darling? what, the darling of my womb? what, the darling of my desires?
3Give thou not thy chattel or thy substance to women, and thy riches to do away kings.
4A! Lemuel, do not thou give wine to kings; for no privacy there is, where drunkenness reigneth.
5Lest peradventure they drink, and forget dooms, and change the cause of the sons of a poor man.
6Give ye cider to them that mourn, and wine to them that be of bitter soul.