1 Then Deborah and Barak the son of Abinoam sang on that day, saying:
When the people [b]willingly offer themselves,
Bless the Lord!
I, even I, will sing to the Lord;
I will sing praise to the Lord God of Israel.
When You marched from the field of Edom,
The earth trembled and the heavens poured,
The clouds also poured water;
This Sinai, before the Lord God of Israel.
In the days of Jael,
The highways were deserted,
And the travelers walked along the byways.
Until I, Deborah, arose,
Arose a mother in Israel.
Then there was war in the gates;
Not a shield or spear was seen among forty thousand in Israel.
Who offered themselves willingly with the people.
Bless the Lord!
Who sit in judges’ attire,
And who walk along the road.
There they shall recount the righteous acts of the Lord,
The righteous acts for His villagers in Israel;
Then the people of the Lord shall go down to the gates.
Awake, awake, sing a song!
Arise, Barak, and lead your captives away,
O son of Abinoam!
The Lord came down for me against the mighty.
After you, Benjamin, with your peoples,
From Machir rulers came down,
And from Zebulun those who bear the recruiter’s staff.
As Issachar, so was Barak
Sent into the valley [e]under his command;
Among the divisions of Reuben
There were great resolves of heart.
To hear the pipings for the flocks?
The divisions of Reuben have great searchings of heart.
And why did Dan remain [f]on ships?
Asher continued at the seashore,
And stayed by his inlets.
Naphtali also, on the heights of the battlefield.
Then the kings of Canaan fought
In Taanach, by the waters of Megiddo;
They took no spoils of silver.
The stars from their courses fought against Sisera.
That ancient torrent, the torrent of Kishon.
O my soul, march on in strength!
The galloping, galloping of his steeds.
‘Curse its inhabitants bitterly,
Because they did not come to the help of the Lord,
To the help of the Lord against the mighty.’
The wife of Heber the Kenite;
Blessed is she among women in tents.
She brought out cream in a lordly bowl.
Her right hand to the workmen’s hammer;
She pounded Sisera, she pierced his head,
She split and struck through his temple.
At her feet he sank, he fell;
Where he sank, there he fell dead.
And cried out through the lattice,
‘Why is his chariot so long in coming?
Why tarries the clatter of his chariots?’
Yes, she [i]answered herself,
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?’
But let those who love Him be like the sun
When it comes out in full strength.”
So the land had rest for forty years.