His eyes are darker than wine. His teeth are whiter than milk.
He will tie his donkey to a grapevine, his colt to the best vine. He will wash his clothes in wine, his garments in the blood of grapes.
“Zebulun will live by the coast. He will have ships by the coast. His border will go as far as Sidon.
Who has trouble? Who has misery? Who has quarrels? Who has a complaint? Who has wounds for no reason? Who has bloodshot eyes?
