23A curse, a curse on Meroz! said the angel of the Lord. A bitter curse on her townspeople! Because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord among the strong ones.
24Blessings be on Jael, more than on all women! Blessings greater than on any in the tents!
25His request was for water, she gave him milk; she put butter before him on a fair plate.
26She put out her hand to the tent-pin, and her right hand to the workman's hammer; and she gave Sisera a blow, crushing his head, wounding and driving through his brow.
27Bent at her feet he went down, he was stretched out; bent at her feet he went down; where he was bent down, there he went down in death.
28Looking out from the window she gave a cry, the mother of Sisera was crying out through the window, Why is his carriage so long in coming? When will the noise of his wheels be sounding?
29Her wise women gave answer to her, yes, she made answer again to herself,
