12. Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, utter a song! Arise, Barak, and lead away your captives, you son of Abinoam.
13. Then down marched the remnant of the nobles, the people of the Lord marched down for Me against the mighty.
14. Out of Ephraim they came down whose root is in Amalek, after you, Benjamin, with your kinsmen. Out of Machir came down commanders and lawgivers, and out of Zebulun those who handle the pen or stylus of the writer.
15. And the princes of Issachar came with Deborah, and Issachar was faithful to Barak; into the valley they rushed forth at his heels. [But] among the clans of Reuben were great searchings of heart.
16. Why [Reuben] did you linger among the sheepfolds listening to the piping for the flocks? Among the clans of Reuben there were great searchings of heart.
17. Gilead remained beyond the Jordan, and why did Dan stay with the ships? Asher sat still on the seacoast and remained by his creeks. [These came not forth to battle for God's people.]
18. But Zebulun was a people who endangered their lives to the death; Naphtali did also on the heights of the field.
19. The kings came and fought, then fought the kings of Canaan at Taanach by the waters of Megiddo. Gain of booty they did not obtain.
20. From the heavens the stars fought, from their courses they fought against Sisera.
21. The torrent Kishon swept [the foe] away, the onrushing torrent, the torrent Kishon. O my soul, march on with strength!
22. Then the horses' hoofs beat loudly because of the galloping of [fleeing] valiant riders.
23. Curse Meroz, said the messenger of the Lord. Curse bitterly its inhabitants, because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty!
24. Blessed above women shall Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite, be; blessed shall she be above women in the tent.
25. [Sisera] asked for water, and she gave [him] milk; she brought him curds in a lordly dish.
26. She put her [left] hand to the tent pin, and her right hand to the workmen's hammer. And with the wooden hammer she smote Sisera, she smote his head, yes, she struck and pierced his temple.
27. He sank, he fell, he lay still at her feet. At her feet he sank, he fell; where he sank, there he fell–dead!
28. The mother of Sisera looked out at a window and wailed through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why do the hoofbeats of his chariots tarry?
29. Her wise ladies answered her, yet she repeated her words to herself,