Bible Verses About Wine

For they eat the bread of wickedness and drink the wine of violence.

She has prepared her meat and mixed her wine; she has also set her table.

“Come, eat my bread and drink the wine I have mixed.

Wine is a mocker, strong drink is a brawler, and whoever is led astray by them is not wise.

He who loves pleasure will become poor; the one who loves wine and oil will never be rich.

Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has contentions? Who has complaints? Who has needless wounds? Who has bloodshot eyes?

Those who linger over wine, who go to taste mixed drinks.

Do not gaze at wine while it is red, when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly.

In the end it bites like a snake and stings like a viper.

It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine, or for rulers to crave strong drink,

lest they drink and forget what is decreed, depriving all the oppressed of justice.

Give strong drink to one who is perishing, and wine to the bitter in soul.

Let him drink and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.

I sought to cheer my body with wine and to embrace folly—my mind still guiding me with wisdom—until I could see what was worthwhile for men to do under heaven during the few days of their lives.

Yet when I considered all the works that my hands had accomplished and what I had toiled to achieve, I found everything to be futile, a pursuit of the wind; there was nothing to be gained under the sun.

A feast is prepared for laughter, and wine makes life merry, but money is the answer for everything.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.

Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.

Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.

I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.

I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.

Your silver has become dross; your fine wine is diluted with water.

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

At their feasts are the lyre and harp, tambourines and flutes and wine. They disregard the actions of the LORD and fail to see the work of His hands.

Woe to those who are heroes in drinking wine and champions in mixing strong drink,