We see not our signs: There is no more any prophet; Neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.
She hath killed her beasts; She hath mingled her wine; She hath also furnished her table:
Come, eat ye of my bread, And drink of the wine which I have mingled.
Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink; that tarry late into the night, till wine inflame them!
Woe unto them that are mighty to drink wine, and men of strength to mingle strong drink;
And be not drunken with wine, wherein is riot, but be filled with the Spirit;