You who ride on white donkeys, You who sit on rich
carpets, And you who travel on the road—shout in praise!
At the sound of those who distribute water
among the watering places, There they will recount the righteous deeds of the LORD, The righteous deeds for His peasantry in Israel. Then the people of the LORD went down to the gates.
'Awake, awake, Deborah; Awake, awake, sing a song! Arise, Barak, and lead away your captives, son of Abinoam.
Then survivors came down to the nobles; The people of the LORD came down to me as warriors.
From Ephraim those whose root is in Amalek came down,
Following you, Benjamin, with your peoples; From Machir commanders came down, And from Zebulun those who wield the staff of office.
And the princes of Issachar were
with Deborah; As was
Issachar, so was
Barak; Into the valley they rushed at his heels; Among the divisions of Reuben There were
great determinations of heart.
Why did you sit among the sheepfolds, To hear the piping for the flocks? Among the divisions of Reuben There were
great searchings of heart.
Gilead remained across the Jordan; And why did Dan stay on ships? Asher sat at the seashore, And remained by its landings.
a people who risked their lives, And Naphtali too,
on the high places of the field.
'The kings came and
fought; Then the kings of Canaan fought At Taanach near the waters of Megiddo; They took no plunder in silver.
The stars fought from heaven, From their paths they fought against Sisera.
The torrent of Kishon swept them away, The ancient torrent, the torrent Kishon. My soul, march on with strength!
Then the horses’ hoofs beat From the galloping, the galloping of his mighty stallions.
‘Curse Meroz,’ said the angel of the LORD, ‘Utterly curse its inhabitants, Because they did not come to the help of the LORD, To the help of the LORD against the warriors.’
'Most blessed of women is Jael, The wife of Heber the Kenite; Most blessed is she of women in the tent.
He asked for water, she gave him milk; In a magnificent bowl she brought him curds.
She reached out her hand for the tent peg, And her right hand for the workmen’s hammer. Then she struck Sisera, she smashed his head; And she shattered and pierced his temple.
Between her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay; Between her feet he bowed, he fell; Where he bowed, there he fell dead.
'Out of the window she looked and wailed, The mother of Sisera through the lattice, ‘Why does his chariot delay in coming? Why do the hoofbeats of his chariots delay?’
Her wise princesses would answer her, Indeed she repeats her words to herself,
‘Are they not finding, are they not dividing the spoils? A concubine, two concubines for every warrior; To Sisera a spoil of dyed cloth, A spoil of dyed cloth embroidered, Dyed cloth of double embroidery on the neck of the plunderer?’