27 Between her feethe sank, he fell, he lay still;between her feethe sank, he fell;where he sank,there he fell—dead.
28 “Out of the window she peered,the mother of Sisera wailed through the lattice:‘Why is his chariot so long in coming?Why tarry the hoofbeats of his chariots?’
29 Her wisest princesses answer,indeed, she answers herself,
30 ‘Have they not found and divided the spoil?—A womb or two for every man;spoil of dyed materials for Sisera,spoil of dyed materials embroidered,two pieces of dyed work embroidered for the neck as spoil?’
31 “So may all your enemies perish, O Lord!But your friends be like the sun as he rises in his might.” And the land had rest for forty years.