Your silver has become dross,
your beer is diluted with water.

Woe to those who rise early in the morning
in pursuit of beer,
who linger into the evening,
inflamed by wine.

Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine,
who are fearless at mixing beer,

For their cry echoes
throughout the territory of Moab.
Their wailing reaches Eglaim;
their wailing reaches Beer-elim.

They no longer sing and drink wine;
beer is bitter to those who drink it.

These also stagger because of wine
and stumble under the influence of beer:
priest and prophet stagger because of beer,
they are confused by wine.
They stumble because of beer,
they are muddled in their visions,
they stumble in their judgments.

Stop and be astonished;
blind yourselves and be blind!
They are drunk, but not with wine;
they stagger, but not with beer.

“Come, let me get some wine,
let’s guzzle some beer;
and tomorrow will be like today,
only far better!”

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