27 He collapsed, he fell, he lay down at her feet;he collapsed, he fell at her feet;where he collapsed, there he fell — dead.
28 Sisera’s mother looked through the window;she peered through the lattice, crying out:“Why is his chariot so long in coming?Why don’t I hear the hoofbeats of his horses? ”
29 Her wisest princesses answer her;she even answers herself:
30 “Are they not finding and dividing the spoil —a girl or two for each warrior,the spoil of colored garments for Sisera,the spoil of an embroidered garment or two for my neck? ”
31 Lord, may all your enemies perish as Sisera did. But may those who love Himbe like the rising of the sun in its strength.And the land was peaceful 40 years.