:B:1 On that day, Deborah and Barak, the son of Abinoam, sang this song:
2 In Israel the warriors let their hair loose, in Israel they presented voluntary offerings for the war. Blessed be Yahweh!
3 Listen, O kings
4 When you went forth from Seir, O Yahweh, when you came from the camp of Edom, the earth trembled, the heavens reeled and the clouds poured down rain. 5 The mountains rocked before Yahweh, before Yahwehthe God of Israel.
6 In the days of Shamgar the son of Anath, in the days of Yael, caravans ceased and travelers wandered through the byways. 7 There were no leaders in Is rael until I, Debo rah, awoke and arose as a mother of Israel.
8 They went after new gods, and war was upon them. There was hardly a shield or a spear for forty thousand men in Israel!
9 My heart is with the leaders of Israel, among the people who came willingly. Blessed be Yahweh!
10 Those who go riding on white asses, those who walk by the way, meditate! 11 Hear the voice of those who divide the plunder near the watering place: they sing the favors God has done to Israel when the people of Yahweh march down to the gates.
12 Wake up, Deborah, wake up! Wake up, wake up and begin to sing. Arise, Ba rak! And bring your songs, son of Abi noam.
13 Let the survivors of the people rule over their oppressors! May Yahweh be with me, stronger than the valiant! 14 Your roots, O Eph raim, are in Amalek
15 The leaders of Issachar are with Deborah, Issachar is with Barak
15 There were long talks among the clans of Reuben. 16 Why did you choose to remain in your folds listening to the flute among the flock? The clans of Reuben could not decide.
17 Galaad remained on the other side of the Jordan, and Dan, why did you re main in your ships? Asher has re mained on the seacoasts
18 Zebulun, in turn, has scorned death
20 From the heavens the stars fought, from their orbits they fought against Sisera. 21 The torrent Kishon dragged them away, the cold torrent, the torrent Kishon. March on without fear, my soul!
22 Hoofs of horses shake the ground: the galloping, galloping of his horses. 23 Cursed be Meroz, said the angel of Yah weh, cursed be it, cursed be its inhabitants, for it came not to the aid of Yah weh, not like the heroes.
24 Blessed among women be Yael, wife of Heber the Kenite, among the women who dwell in tents, blessed may you be! 25 He asked for water, she gave him milk
26 She put her hand to the peg and with her right hand took the hammer of a workman. She struck Sisera, crushed his head, pierced and shattered his temple. 27 He collapsed at her feet, and there he fell, and lay still.
28 Siseras mother looks out of the window, and she cries out behind the lattice: Why is his chariot late in coming? Why is his chariot de layed? 29 The wisest of her women answers and says: 30 Surely they are dividing the plunderone captive, two captives for each warrior
31 So may all your enemies perish, O Yahweh, but may your friends be like the brilliant sun!
31 And there was peace in the land for forty years.