LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER MY SON AND BE WISE
Listen, my son, be wise,
and steer your life on the right course.
Do not spend time with heavy wine drinkers
or those who gorge themselves on meat.
For both the drunk and the glutton will end up broke,
sleeping life away, and clothed in rags.
Pay attention to your father—after all, he gave you life—
and don’t ignore your mother in her old age.
Invest in truth, sock it away!
Never cash in wisdom, guidance, or insight.
The parents of the right-living will celebrate;
yes, parents of children who make wise choices are happy.
So make your parents happy;
delight your mother—after all, she brought you into this world.
My son, devote yourself to me fully.
Observe my ways, and follow my directions:
Being drawn to a prostitute is like falling down into a deep well,
and being involved with a wicked woman is like descending into a narrow well.
You may never get out alive.
She waits for you, ready to ambush you like a thief
and ready to multiply unfaithfulness among men.
Who is wallowing in anguish? Who is full of sorrow?
Who has conflicts? Who has complaints?
Who has bruises and can’t remember where they came from?
Who has bloodshot eyes?
You know who: those who stay up late finishing off the wine,
those who can’t stop savoring spiced wines.
Look away from the enticing beauty of wine, the deep red hue;
ignore how it shimmers in the cup
and glides down your throat.
Eventually, when you least expect it, it strikes like a snake;
it stings like viper venom.
Your vision will blur, and you’ll imagine strange things;
you will say crazy, hurtful things and regret it later.
You will reel and stagger as if caught on a wave of seasickness,
as a sailor who holds on to a mast for dear life.
You will say, “They slapped me, but it didn’t hurt.
They beat me, and I didn’t feel a thing!
Whenever I wake up from this stupor,
I’ll have another drink!”
Proverb 23:19-35 The Voice