1 On that day Deborah and Barak son of Abinoam sang this song:
when the people willingly offer themselves —
praise the Lord!
I, even I, will sing toa the Lord;
I will praise the Lord, the God of Israel, in song.
when you marched from the land of Edom,
the earth shook, the heavens poured,
the clouds poured down water.
before the Lord, the God of Israel.
in the days of Jael, the highways were abandoned;
travelers took to winding paths.
they held back until I, Deborah, arose,
until I arose, a mother in Israel.
when war came to the city gates,
but not a shield or spear was seen
among forty thousand in Israel.
with the willing volunteers among the people.
Praise the Lord!
sitting on your saddle blankets,
and you who walk along the road,
consider
They recite the victories of the Lord,
the victories of his villagers in Israel.
“Then the people of the Lord
went down to the city gates.
Wake up, wake up, break out in song!
Arise, Barak!
Take captive your captives, son of Abinoam.’
the people of the Lord came down to me against the mighty.
Benjamin was with the people who followed you.
From Makir captains came down,
from Zebulun those who bear a commander’sc staff.
yes, Issachar was with Barak,
sent under his command into the valley.
In the districts of Reuben
there was much searching of heart.
to hear the whistling for the flocks?
In the districts of Reuben
there was much searching of heart.
And Dan, why did he linger by the ships?
Asher remained on the coast
and stayed in his coves.
so did Naphtali on the terraced fields.
the kings of Canaan fought.
At Taanach, by the waters of Megiddo,
they took no plunder of silver.
from their courses they fought against Sisera.
the age-old river, the river Kishon.
March on, my soul; be strong!
galloping, galloping go his mighty steeds.
‘Curse its people bitterly,
because they did not come to help the Lord,
to help the Lord against the mighty.’
the wife of Heber the Kenite,
most blessed of tent-dwelling women.
in a bowl fit for nobles she brought him curdled milk.
her right hand for the workman’s hammer.
She struck Sisera, she crushed his head,
she shattered and pierced his temple.
he fell; there he lay.
At her feet he sank, he fell;
where he sank, there he fell — dead.
behind the lattice she cried out,
‘Why is his chariot so long in coming?
Why is the clatter of his chariots delayed?’
indeed, she keeps saying to herself,
a woman or two for each man,
colorful garments as plunder for Sisera,
colorful garments embroidered,
highly embroidered garments for my neck —
all this as plunder?’
But may all who love you be like the sun
when it rises in its strength.”
Then the land had peace forty years.