25 He asked for water, she gave him milk,in a princely bowl she brought him curds.
26 With her hand she reached for the peg,with her right hand, the workman’s hammer.She hammered Sisera, crushed his head;she smashed, pierced his temple.
27 At her feet he sank down, fell, lay still;down at her feet he sank and fell;where he sank down, there he fell, slain.
28 From the window she looked down,the mother of Sisera peered through the lattice:“Why is his chariot so long in coming?why are the hoofbeats of his chariots delayed?”
29 The wisest of her princesses answers her;she even replies to herself,
30 “They must be dividing the spoil they took:a slave woman or two for each man,Spoil of dyed cloth for Sisera,spoil of ornate dyed cloth,a pair of ornate dyed cloths for my neck in the spoil.”
31 So perish all your enemies, O Lord!But may those who love you be like the sun rising in its might!And the land was at rest for forty years.