His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has wounds without cause? Who has bloodshot eyes?
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.