3 Listen, you kings! Give ear, you rulers!
To Jehovah I will sing.
When you marched out of the territory of Eʹdom,
The earth shook, and the heavens poured,
The clouds poured down water.
In the days of Jaʹel,+ the roads were deserted;
Travelers kept to the back roads.
They were no more until I, Debʹo·rah,+ rose up,
Until I arose as a mother in Israel.+
A shield could not be seen, nor a lance,
Among 40,000 in Israel.
10 You riders on tawny donkeys,
You who sit on fine carpets,
And you who walk on the road,
11 The voices of the water distributors were heard at the watering places;
There they were recounting the righteous acts of Jehovah,
The righteous acts of his villagers in Israel.
Then Jehovah’s people went down to the gates.
Awake, awake, sing a song!+
Rise up, Baʹrak!+ Lead your captives away, you son of A·binʹo·am!
13 Then those who were left came down to the nobles;
Jehovah’s people came down to me against the mighty.
They are following you, O Benjamin, among your peoples.
Among the divisions of Reuʹben there was intense heart-searching.
16 Why did you sit down between the two saddlebags,
Listening to them playing their pipes for the flocks?+
For the divisions of Reuʹben, there was intense heart-searching.
19 Kings came, they fought;
The kings of Caʹnaan then fought+
In Taʹa·nach, by the waters of Me·gidʹdo.+
No spoil of silver did they take.+
20 From heaven the stars fought;
From their orbits they fought against Sisʹe·ra.
You trampled down the powerful, O my soul.*
23 ‘Curse Meʹroz,’ said the angel of Jehovah,
‘Yes, curse its inhabitants,
For they did not come to the assistance of Jehovah,
To the assistance of Jehovah with the mighty ones.’
The wife of Heʹber+ the Kenʹite;
She is most blessed of women living in tents.
25 He asked for water; she gave him milk.
26 With her hand she reached for the tent pin,
Her right hand for the workman’s mallet.
And she hammered Sisʹe·ra, she crushed his head,
And she smashed and pierced his temples.+
27 Between her feet he collapsed; he fell and lay still;
Between her feet he collapsed and fell;
Where he collapsed, there he fell defeated.
28 From the window a woman looked out,
Sisʹe·ra’s mother peered out from the lattice,
‘Why is his chariot delayed in coming?
Why are the hoofbeats of his chariots so late?’+
29 The wisest of her noble ladies would answer her;
Yes, she too would repeat to herself,
30 ‘They must be dividing the spoil they found,
Spoil of dyed cloth for Sisʹe·ra, spoil of dyed cloth,
An embroidered garment, dyed cloth, two embroidered garments
For the necks of the plunderers.’
But let those who love you be like the sun rising in its glory.”