Your hand shall be on the neck of your enemies;
Your father’s children shall bow down before you.
From the prey, my son, you have gone up.
He bows down, he lies down as a lion;
And as a lion, who shall rouse him?
Nor a lawgiver from between his feet,
Until Shiloh comes;
And to Him shall be the obedience of the people.
And his donkey’s colt to the choice vine,
He washed his garments in wine,
And his clothes in the blood of grapes.
And his teeth whiter than milk.
|The zayin even looks like a sword. |
|Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations. |
And He Himself will rule them with a rod of iron.
He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.