His eyes will be red with wine, his teeth white with milk.
Binding his foal to the vine, his donkey's colt to the choice vine; he has washed his garments in wine, his robes in the blood of grapes.
*Zevulun will dwell at the haven of the sea. He will be for a haven of ships. His border will be on Tzidon.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes?