Righteousness and truth become the beauty of holiness. As those in a dream, we who sowed in tears, reap joy. Our fortunes restored, our mouth is filled with laughter and our tongues do shout with glee. Oil makes the face shine. Wine makes glad the heart of man, herbs for his service, bread, which strengtheneth the heart.
Young lions roar for meat.
In the hand a cup, in the cup the wine is red, mixtures, flowing full. Some drink up, some drink it down. Drink the vintage, drink the dregs. Fear not nights terror, pestilence, arrows by day, destruction at noon. Angels have charge over thee.