You have put joy in my heart, More than when their grain and new wine are abundant.

You have made Your people experience hardship; You have given us wine to drink that makes us stagger.

For a cup is in the hand of the Lord, and the wine foams; It is well mixed, and He pours out of this; Certainly all the wicked of the earth must drain and drink its dregs.

Then the Lord awoke as if from sleep, Like a warrior overcome by wine.

And wine, which makes a human heart cheerful, So that he makes his face gleam with oil, And food, which sustains a human heart.

Though I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, I do not forget Your statutes.