24  “Most blessed of women be Jael,

the wife of Heber the Kenite,

of tent-dwelling women most blessed.

25  ^aHe asked for water and she gave him milk;

she brought him curds in a noble’s bowl.

26  ^bShe sent her hand to the tent peg

and her right hand to the workmen’s mallet;

she struck Sisera;

she crushed his head;

she shattered and pierced his temple.

27  Between her feet

he sank, he fell, he lay still;

between her feet

he sank, he fell;

where he sank,

there he fell—dead.

28  “Out of the window she peered,

the mother of Sisera wailed through the ^clattice:

‘Why is his chariot so long in coming?

Why tarry the hoofbeats of his chariots?’

29  Her wisest princesses answer,

indeed, she answers herself,

30  ‘Have they not found and divided the spoil?—

A womb or two for every man;

spoil of dyed materials for Sisera,

spoil of dyed materials embroidered,

two pieces of dyed work embroidered for the neck as spoil?’

31  “So may all your enemies perish, O Lord!

But your friends be ^dlike the sun as he rises in his might.”