Judges 5:19-31

At Taanach foreign kings came and clashed; they battled by the stream of Megiddo. The kings of Canaan fought, but they took away no spoils of silver. Even the stars in the sky joined in the fight, moving across the sky, shining as they fought against Sisera. The flooding Kishon swept them away— the ancient Kishon River contended with them. I shall march and keep marching on. So be strong, O my soul! Then thundered the horses’ hooves, pulling the chariots of the kings of Canaan. Here they come galloping on, steeds and stallions stampeding on, but they all got stuck in the mud! “Speak a curse over Meroz,” says the angel of YAHWEH, “and speak a double curse over those who live there. For they did not come to help YAHWEH’s cause nor rally to YAHWEH’s side to fight the mighty.” The most blessed of all women is Jael, wife of Heber the Kenite— the most fortunate of Bedouin women. Sisera came to Jael’s tent and asked for water, but she gave him milk; she brought him buttermilk in a beautiful bowl. With a tent peg in one hand and a workman’s hammer in the other, she struck Sisera and pierced his skull; she drove the peg through his temple. She shattered his skull, and he lay still before Jael. Sprawled on the tent floor, he bit the dust at her feet— deader than a doornail! Sisera’s mother waited for him at her window; she gazed from behind the lattice and lamented: “Why is the clatter of his chariot so late in coming? Why are his horses so slow to return?” The wisest of her princesses replied; indeed, she even thought to herself: “They must be gathering and dividing the spoils: a slave-girl or two for each man, colorful cloth and garments as plunder for Sisera, two colorful garments, embroidered, and richly embroidered garments for my neck.” YAHWEH, may all who hate you perish in the same way! But may those who love you shine like the sun, bright in its strength as it crosses the sky!