Now this is for Judah. He said,

‘Hear, Adonai, the voice of Judah!

Bring him to his people.

His hands contended for him,

So You will be a help against his foes.’

Judah, so you are—

Your brothers will praise you:

Your hand will be on your enemies’ neck.

Your father’s sons will bow down to you.

A lion’s cub is Judah—

From the prey, my son,

You have gone up.

He crouches, lies down like a lion,

Or like a lioness—

Who would rouse him?

The scepter will not pass from Judah,

Nor the ruler’s staff from between his feet,

Until he to whom it belongs will come.

To him will be the obedience of the peoples.

Binding his foal to the vine,

His donkey’s colt to the choice vine,

He washes his garments in wine,

And in the blood of grapes his robe.

His eyes are darker than wine,

And teeth that are whiter than milk.