Rotherham(i)
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!