His eyes shall be sparkling with wine, and his teeth white from milk.
Binding his foal to the vine, and his ass's colt to the choice vine, he washed his garments in wine, and his clothes in the blood of grapes.
Zebulun shall live at the sea shore. And he shall be a haven for ships, and his border beside Sidon.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has fighting? Who has babbling? Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes?