Coverdale
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31 Loke not thou vpon the wyne, how reed it is, and what a color it geueth in the glasse.
32 It goeth downe softly, but at the last it byteth like a serpet, and styngeth as an Adder.
33 So shal thine eyes loke vnto straunge women, & thine herte shal muse vpon frowarde thinges.