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Indeed, because this wine betrays,
a proud man never rests.
He enlarges his desire like Sheol,
Like death, he is never satisfied.
So he gathers to himself all nations,
and collects all peoples for himself.
Will not all take up a proverb against him or a scornful riddle about him?
Oy to one expanding what isn’t his!
    How long?
    Oy to one burdening himself with heavy debts!”
Will biting you arise suddenly,
and those shaking you awaken,
as you will become plunder for them?

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