At that time, Deborah and Barak, Abinoam's son, sang:
When hair is long in Israel, when people willingly offer themselves—bless the LORD!
Hear, kings! Listen, rulers! I, to the LORD, I will sing. I will make music to the LORD, Israel's God.
LORD, when you set out from Seir, when you marched out from Edom's fields, the land shook, the sky poured down, the clouds poured down water.
The mountains quaked before the LORD, the one from Sinai, before the LORD, the God of Israel.
In the days of Shamgar, Anath's son, in the days of Jael, caravans ceased. Those traveling by road kept to the backroads.
Villagers disappeared; they disappeared in Israel, until you, Deborah, arose, until you arose as a mother in Israel.
When they chose new gods, then war came to the city gates. Yet there wasn't a shield or spear to be seen among forty thousand in Israel!
My heart is with Israel's commanders, who willingly offered themselves among the people—bless the LORD!
You who ride white donkeys, who sit on saddle blankets, who walk along the road: tell of it.
To the sound of instruments at the watering places, there they repeat the LORD's victories, his villagers' victories in Israel. Then the LORD's people marched down to the city gates.
"Wake up, wake up, Deborah! Wake up, wake up, sing a song! Arise, Barak! Capture your prisoners, Abinoam's son!"
Then those who remained marched down against royalty; the LORD's people marched down against warriors.
From Ephraim they set out into the valley, after you, Benjamin, with your people! From Machir commanders marched down, and from Zebulun those carrying the official's staff.
The leaders of Issachar came along with Deborah; Issachar was attached to Barak, and was sent into the valley behind him. Among the clans of Reuben there was deep soul-searching.
"Why did you stay back among the sheep pens, listening to the music for the flocks?" For the clans of Reuben there was deep soul-searching.
Gilead stayed on the other side of the Jordan, and Dan, why did he remain with the ships? Asher stayed by the seacoast, camping at his harbors.
Zebulun is a people that readily risked death; Naphtali too in the high countryside.
Kings came and made war; the kings of Canaan fought at Taanach by Megiddo's waters, but they captured no spoils of silver.
The stars fought from the sky; from their orbits they fought against Sisera.
The Kishon River swept them away; the advancing river, the Kishon River. March on, my life, with might!
Then the horses' hooves pounded with the galloping, galloping of their stallions.
"Curse Meroz," says the LORD's messenger, "curse its inhabitants bitterly, because they didn't come to the LORD's aid, to the LORD's aid against the warriors."
May Jael be blessed above all women; may the wife of Heber the Kenite be blessed above all tent-dwelling women.
He asked for water, and she provided milk; she presented him cream in a majestic bowl.
She reached out her hand for the stake, her strong hand for the worker's hammer. She struck Sisera; she crushed his head; she shattered and pierced his skull.
At her feet he sank, fell, and lay flat; at her feet he sank, he fell; where he sank, there he fell—dead.
Through the window she watched, Sisera's mother looked longingly through the lattice. "Why is his chariot taking so long to come? Why are the hoofbeats of his chariot horses delayed?"
Her wisest attendants answer; indeed, she replies to herself:
"Wouldn't they be finding and dividing the loot? A girl or two for each warrior; loot of colored cloths for Sisera; loot of colored, embroidered cloths; two colored, embroidered cloths as loot for every neck."
May all your enemies perish like this, LORD! But may your allies be like the sun, rising in its strength. And the land was peaceful for forty years.