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for a prostitute is a deep pit
and a wayward wife is a narrow well.
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Like a bandit she lies in wait,
and multiplies the unfaithful among men.
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Who has woe? Who has sorrow?
Who has strife? Who has complaints?
Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes?
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Those who linger over wine,
who go to sample bowls of mixed wine.
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Do not gaze at wine when it is red,
when it sparkles in the cup,
when it goes down smoothly!
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In the end it bites like a snake
and poisons like a viper.
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Your eyes will see strange sights
and your mind imagine confusing things.
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You will be like one sleeping on the high seas,
lying on top of the rigging.
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“They hit me,” you will say, “but I’m not hurt!
They beat me, but I don’t feel it!
When will I wake up
so I can find another drink?”