7 The warriors ceased; they failed to appear in Israel, until I, Deborah, arose; I arose as a mother in Israel.
8 God chose new leaders, then war was at the gates; a small shield or a spear was not seen among forty thousand in Israel.
9 My heart goes out to the commanders of Israel, those offering themselves willingly among the people; bless Yahweh!
10 The riders of white female donkeys, those sitting on saddle blankets, and those going on the way, talk about it!
11 At the sound of those dividing the sheep among the watering places, there they will recount the righteous deeds of Yahweh, the righteous deeds for his warriors in Israel. Then the people of Yahweh went down to the gates.
12 “Wake up, wake up, Deborah! Wake up, wake up, sing a song! Get up, Barak! Take captive your captives, O son of Abinoam.
13 Then the remnant went down to the nobles; the people of Yahweh went down for him against the mighty.