His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.
He tethers his foal to the vine, and his colt to the choicest vine; he washes his garments in wine, his clothes in the blood of grapes.
Zebulun shall dwell at the haven of the sea; and he shall be a haven of ships. His border shall be at Sidon.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has wounds without cause? Who has bloodshot eyes?