24 Jael, wife of Heber the Kenite,should be the most blessed woman,the most blessed woman living in a tent.
25 Sisera asked for water.She gave him milk.She offered him buttermilk in a royal bowl.
26 She reached for a tent peg with one hand,for a workman’s hammer with the other.She struck Sisera.She crushed his head.She shattered and pierced his temples.
27 He sank.He fell.He lay between her feet!He sank.He fell between her feet.Where he sank, he fell dead.
28 Sisera’s mother looked through her windowand cried as she peered through the lattice.“Why is his chariot taking so long?Why don’t I hear the clatter of his chariots?”
29 Her wisest servants gave her an answer.But she kept repeating to herself,
30 “They’re really finding and dividing the loot:A girl or two for each soldier,colorful clothes for Sisera,colorful, embroidered clothes,and two pieces of colorful, embroidered clothfor the neck of the looter.”