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