His eyes are more beautiful than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.
His eyes shall be red with wine, And his teeth white with milk.
His eyes are darker and more sparkling than wine, and His teeth whiter than milk.
His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.
His eyes are more beautiful than wine: and his teeth whiter than milk.
Tying his young colt to the vineyard, and his donkey, O my son, to the vine, he will wash his robe in wine, and his cloak in the blood of the grape.
Zebulun will live at the seashore and by the outpost of ships, reaching as far as Sidon.
Who has woe? Whose father has woe? Who has quarrels? Who falls into pits? Who has wounds without cause? Who has watery eyes?