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,
30. Have they not found and been dividing the spoil? A maiden or two for every man, a spoil of dyed garments for Sisera, a spoil of dyed stuffs embroidered, two pieces of dyed work embroidered for my neck as spoil?
31. So let all Your enemies perish, O Lord! But let those who love Him be like the sun when it rises in its might. And the land had peace and rest for forty years.