21. The River Kishon swept them away,the age-old river, the River Kishon.March on, my soul; be strong!
22. Then thundered the horses’ hooves –galloping, galloping go his mighty steeds.
23. “Curse Meroz,” said the angel of the Lord.“Curse its people bitterly,because they did not come to help the Lord,to help the Lord against the mighty.”
24. ‘Most blessed of women be Jael,the wife of Heber the Kenite,most blessed of tent-dwelling women.
25. He asked for water, and she gave him milk;in a bowl fit for nobles she brought him curdled milk.
26. Her hand reached for the tent peg,her right hand for the workman’s hammer.She struck Sisera, she crushed his head,she shattered and pierced his temple.
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?”