28 The mother of Sisera looked out the window and cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why do the wheels of his chariots tarry?
29 Her wise princesses answered her; and she even answered to herself,
30 Have they not found spoil and are dividing it? To each man a damsel or two; to Sisera a spoil of different colours, a spoil of different colours of needlework, of different colours of needlework on both sides, meet for the necks of those that take the spoil?
31 So let all thine enemies perish, O Lord, but let those that love thee be as the sun when he rises in all his might. And the land had rest forty years.