Bible Verses About Wine

For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.

She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table.

`Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.

Wine is a scorner--strong drink is noisy, And any going astray in it is not wise.

Whoso is loving mirth is a poor man, Whoso is loving wine and oil maketh no wealth.

Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?

Those tarrying by the wine, Those going in to search out mixed wine.

See not wine when it showeth itself red, When it giveth in the cup its colour, It goeth up and down through the upright.

Its latter end--as a serpent it biteth, And as a basilisk it stingeth.

Not for kings, O Lemuel, Not for kings, to drink wine, And for princes a desire of strong drink.

Lest he drink, and forget the decree, And change the judgment of any of the sons of affliction.

Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,

He drinketh, and forgetteth his poverty, And his misery he remembereth not again.

I have sought in my heart to draw out with wine my appetite, (and my heart leading in wisdom), and to take hold on folly till that I see where is this--the good to the sons of man of that which they do under the heavens, the number of the days of their lives.

and I have looked on all my works that my hands have done, and on the labour that I have laboured to do, and lo, the whole is vanity and vexation of spirit, and there is no advantage under the sun!

For mirth they are making a feast, And wine maketh life joyful, And the silver answereth with all.

Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better are thy loves than wine.

Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I am sick with love.

I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,

Thy silver hath become dross, Thy drink polluted with water.

Woe to those rising early in the morning, Strong drink they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!

And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of His hands they have not seen.

Woe to the mighty to drink wine, And men of strength to mingle strong drink.