“His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.
“Binding his donkey to the vine, and his donkey’s colt to the choice vine, he washed his garments in wine, and his robes in the blood of grapes.
“Zeḇulun dwells at the seashore, he is for a haven for ships, and his border is unto Tsiḏon.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has contentions? Who has complaints? Who feels hurt without cause? Who has redness of eyes?