Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? Who hath complaining? who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?
They that tarry long at the wine; They that go to seek out mixed wine.
Woe to thee, O land, when thy king is a child, and thy princes eat in the morning!
Woe unto you, ye that are full now! for ye shall hunger. Woe (unto you), ye that laugh now! for ye shall mourn and weep.