Awake, my glory (my inner self); awake, harp and lyre! I will awake right early
[I will awaken the dawn]!
He’ll tie up his donkey to the grapevine, his purebred prize to a sturdy branch. He will wash his shirt in wine and his cloak in the blood of grapes, His eyes will be darker than wine, his teeth whiter than milk. Gen. 49:11,12 Msg