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They fought from the heavens; The stars from their courses fought against Sisera.
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The torrent of Kishon swept them away, That ancient torrent, the torrent of Kishon. O my soul, march on in strength!
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Then the horses' hooves pounded, The galloping, galloping of his steeds.
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'Curse Meroz,' said the angel of the Lord, 'Curse its inhabitants bitterly, Because they did not come to the help of the Lord, To the help of the Lord against the mighty.'
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"Most blessed among women is Jael, The wife of Heber the Kenite; Blessed is she among women in tents.
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He asked for water, she gave milk; She brought out cream in a lordly bowl.
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She stretched her hand to the tent peg, Her right hand to the workmen's hammer; She pounded Sisera, she pierced his head, She split and struck through his temple.
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At her feet he sank, he fell, he lay still; At her feet he sank, he fell; Where he sank, there he fell dead.
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"The mother of Sisera looked through the window, And cried out through the lattice, 'Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarries the clatter of his chariots?'
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Her wisest ladies answered her, Yes, she answered herself,
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'Are they not finding and dividing the spoil: To every man a girl or two; For Sisera, plunder of dyed garments, Plunder of garments embroidered and dyed, Two pieces of dyed embroidery for the neck of the looter?'