Judah! thou art he whom thy brethren shall praise,
Thy hand shall be on the neck of thine enemies:
Thy father’s children shall bow down before thee.
Judah is a lion’s whelp!
From the prey, my son, thou art gone up:
He stooped down, he crouched as a lion,
And as an old lion; who shall rouse him up?
The sceptre shall not depart from Judah,
Nor a lawgiver from between his feet,
Until Shiloh come,