26. She reached out her hand to the peg, and her right hand for the workman’s hammer; and she struck Sisera, crushed his head, and she shattered and pierced his temple.
27. Between her feet he sank, he fell, he lay. Between her feet he sank down, he fell; Where he sank down, there he fell—dead.
28. “Through the window she looked down; the mother of Sisera cried out through the lattice, ‘Why is his chariot delayed in coming? Why do the hoof beats of his chariot tarry?’
29. The wisest of her ladies answer her; she also answers the question herself:
30. ‘Are they not finding and dividing the plunder? A bedmate or two bedmates for every man; colorful garments for Sisera, plunder of colorful garments, beautifully finished colorful garments, on the neck of the plunderer?’
31. So may all your enemies perish, O Yahweh, but those who love him are like the rising sun at its brightest.” And the land had rest for forty years.