8 Judah, your brothers will praise you. Your hand will be on the neck of your enemies, your father’s sons will bow down before you. 9 You are a lion’s cub, Judah, from the prey, my son, you have gone up. He crouches and lies down like a lion; like a lioness—who will rouse him? 10 The scepter will not depart from Judah, nor the ruler’s staff from between his feet, until he comes to whom it belongs; the nations will obey him. 11 Binding his foal to the vine, and his colt to the choicest vine, he will wash his garments in wine, his robes in the blood of grapes. 12 His eyes will be red from wine, and his teeth white from milk.

5 Deliver by your power and answer me, so that the ones you love may be safe. 6 God has spoken in his sanctuary: “I will triumph. I will parcel out Shechem; the Valley of Sukkoth I will measure off. 7 Gilead belongs to me, as does Manasseh. Ephraim is my helmet, Judah my royal scepter. 8 Moab is my washbasin. I will make Edom serve me. I will shout in triumph over Philistia.” 9 Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will bring me to Edom?