his eyes are darker than wine and his teeth whiter than milk.
His eyes shall be red with wine, And his teeth white with milk.
His eyes are darker and more sparkling than wine, and His teeth whiter than milk.
His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.
His eyes are more beautiful than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.
His eyes are more beautiful than wine: and his teeth whiter than milk.
Binding his foal to the vine and his donkey’s colt to the choice vine, he washes his garments in wine and his robe in the blood of grapes;
Zebulun shall settle at the shore of the sea; he shall be a haven for ships, and his border shall be at Sidon.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaining? Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes?