Yea, moreover, wine is treacherous, a haughty man, that keepeth not at home; who enlargeth his desire as Sheol, and he is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto him all nations, and heapeth unto him all peoples.

A curse on the cruel and false one! the man full of pride, who never has enough; who makes his desires wide as the underworld! he is like death; he is never full, but he makes all nations come to him, getting all peoples together to himself.

Και μαλιστα ειναι προπετης εξ αιτιας του οινου, ανηρ αλαζων, ουδε ησυχαζει· οστις πλατυνει την ψυχην αυτου ως αδης και ειναι ως ο θανατος και δεν χορταινει, αλλα συναγει εις εαυτον παντα τα εθνη και συλλαμβανει εις εαυτον παντας τους λαους.

Yea also, because he transgresseth by wine, he is a proud man, neither keepeth at home, who enlargeth his desire as hell, and is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto him all nations, and heapeth unto him all people: