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,