It sprouted and became a vine, spreading low to the ground; its branches turning toward him, its roots were under itself. So it became a vine; it produced shoots and sent out branches.

“So the trees said to the grapevine, ‘You come and be our king!’

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.

In a good field, by abundant waters, it was planted to grow branches, bear fruit, and become a beautiful vine.