His eyes are more beautiful than wine: and his teeth whiter than milk.
Who hath woe? whose father hath woe? who hath contentions? who falls into pits? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
Tying his foal to the vineyard, and his ass, O my son, to the vine. He shall wash his robe in wine, and his garment in the blood of the grape.
Zabulon shall dwell on the sea-shore, and in the road of ships, reaching as far as Sidon.