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.

The Lord God made all kinds of trees grow from the soil, every tree that was pleasing to look at and good for food. (Now the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil were in the middle of the orchard.)

So the chief cupbearer told his dream to Joseph: "In my dream, there was a vine in front of me.

On the vine there were three branches. As it budded, its blossoms opened and its clusters ripened into grapes.