MSTC(i)
31 Look not thou upon the wine, how red it is, and what a color it giveth in the glass.
32 It goeth down softly; but at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth as an adder.
33 So shall thine eyes look unto strange women, and thine heart shall muse upon froward things.
34 Yea, thou shalt be as though thou slept in the midst of the sea, or on the top of the mast of a ship.
35 "They wounded me," shalt thou say, "but it hath not hurt me. They smote me, but I felt it not. When I am well awakened, I will go to the drink again."