8 For she put off the apparel of her widowhood For the exaltation of those that were distressed in Israel, She anointed her face with ointment, And bound her hair in a tire, And took a linen garment to deceive him.
9 Her sandal ravished his eye, And her beauty took his soul prisoner: The scimitar passed through his neck.
10 The Persians quaked at her daring, And the Medes were daunted at her boldness.
11 Then my lowly ones shouted aloud, And my weak ones were terrified and crouched for fear: They lifted up their voice, and they were turned to flight.
12 The sons of damsels pierced them through, And wounded them as runagates’ children; They perished by the battle of my Lord.
13 I will sing to my God a new song: O Lord, you are great and glorious, Marvelous in strength, invincible.
14 Let all your creation serve you: For you spoke, and they were made, You did send forth your spirit, and it builded them, And there is none that shall resist your voice.