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 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 continue until 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 drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;