27 At her feet he sank,he fell; there he lay.At her feet he sank, he fell;where he sank, there he fell – dead.
28 ‘Through the window peered Sisera’s mother;behind the lattice she cried out,“Why is his chariot so long in coming?Why is the clatter of his chariots delayed?”
29 The wisest of her ladies answer her;indeed, she keeps saying to herself,
30 “Are they not finding and dividing the spoils:a woman or two for each man,colourful garments as plunder for Sisera,colourful garments embroidered,highly embroidered garments for my neck –all this as plunder?”
31 ‘So may all your enemies perish, O Lord!But may all who love you be like the sunwhen it rises in its strength.’Then the land had peace for forty years.