20 From the heavens the stars fought. From the sky they fought against Sisera.
21 The Kishon River swept them away. The Kishon is a very old river. My spirit, march on! Be strong!
22 The hoofs of the horses pounded like thunder. The powerful horses of our enemies galloped away.
23 'Let Meroz be cursed,' said the angel of the Lord. 'Let bitter curses fall on its people. They did not come to help the Lord. They did not come to help him against our powerful enemies.'
24 "May Jael be the most blessed woman of all. May the wife of the Kenite Heber be blessed. May she be the most blessed woman of all those who live in tents.
25 Sisera asked for water. She gave him milk. In a bowl that was fit for nobles she brought him buttermilk.
26 Her hand reached out for a tent stake. Her right hand reached for a hammer. She hit Sisera. She crushed his head. She drove the stake right through his head.