Rotherham(i)
29 Who hath woe? Who hath outcry of pain? Who hath contentions? Who hath complaining? Who hath needless wounds? Who hath dullness of eyes?
30 They who tarry over wine, they who go in to search for mixed wine.
31 Do not look on wine when it becometh red, when it giveth in the cup its sparkle, glideth down smoothly.
32 Its after effect, is that, like a serpent, it biteth, and, like a viper, it doth sting.
33 Thine eyes, will see strange women, and, thy heart, will speak perverse things:
34 So shalt thou become, as one lying down in the heart of the sea,––or as one lying down on the top of the mastgear:
35 They smote me––I felt no pain, They struck me down––I noticed it not,––When shall I wake up? I will go on, I will seek it, again!