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33 Your eyes behold strange sights,
    and your heart utters incoherent things;
34 You are like one sleeping on the high seas,
    sprawled at the top of the mast.
35 “They struck me, but it did not pain me;
    they beat me, but I did not feel it.
When can I get up,
    when can I go out and get more?”[a]

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  1. 23:35 Drunkards become insensible to bodily and moral harm. Their one desire is to indulge again.