Judges 5
The Song Of Deborah And Barak
1Then Deborah and Barak the son of Abinoam sang on that day, saying,
That the people volunteered,
Bless the LORD!
I—to the LORD, I will sing,
I will sing praise to the LORD, the God of Israel.
When You marched from the field of Edom,
The earth quaked, the heavens also dripped,
Even the clouds dripped water.
This Sinai, at the presence of the LORD, the God of Israel.
In the days of Jael, the highways were deserted,
And travelers went by roundabout ways.
Until I, Deborah, arose,
Until I arose, a mother in Israel.
Then war was in the gates.
Not a shield or a spear was seen
Among forty thousand in Israel.
The volunteers among the people;
Bless the LORD!
You who sit on rich carpets,
And you who travel on the road—sing!
There they shall recount the righteous deeds of the LORD,
The righteous deeds for His peasantry in Israel.
Then the people of the LORD went down to the gates.
Awake, awake, sing a song!
Arise, Barak, and take away your captives, O son of Abinoam.
The people of the LORD came down to me as warriors.
Following you, Benjamin, with your peoples;
From Machir commanders came down,
And from Zebulun those who wield the staff of office.
As was Issachar, so was Barak;
Into the valley they rushed at his heels;
Among the divisions of Reuben
There were great resolves of heart.
To hear the piping for the flocks?
Among the divisions of Reuben
There were great searchings of heart.
And why did Dan stay in ships?
Asher sat at the seashore,
And remained by its landings.
And Naphtali also, on the high places of the field.
Then fought the kings of Canaan
At Taanach near the waters of Megiddo;
They took no plunder in silver.
From their courses they fought against Sisera.
The ancient torrent, the torrent Kishon.
O my soul, march on with strength.
From the dashing, the dashing of his valiant steeds.
‘Utterly curse its inhabitants;
Because they did not come to the help of the LORD,
To the help of the LORD against the warriors.’
The wife of Heber the Kenite;
Most blessed is she of women in the tent.
In a magnificent bowl she brought him curds.
And her right hand for the workmen’s hammer.
Then she struck Sisera, she smashed his head;
And she shattered and pierced his temple.
Between her feet he bowed, he fell;
Where he bowed, there he fell dead.
The mother of Sisera through the lattice,
‘Why does his chariot delay in coming?
Why do the hoofbeats of his chariots tarry?’
Indeed she repeats her words to herself,
A maiden, two maidens for every warrior;
To Sisera a spoil of dyed work,
A spoil of dyed work embroidered,
Dyed work of double embroidery on the neck of the spoiler?’
But let those who love Him be like the rising of the sun in its might.”