BRAGADAYJAH 717
Deborah’s Song (continues)
Curse ye Morez, said the angel of the Lord, curse ye bitterly the
inhabitants thereof, because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help
of the Lord against the mighty. Blessed above woman shall Jael the wife of
Heber the Kenite be; blessed shall she be above women in the tent. He asked
water and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter in a lordly dish; she put
forth her hand to the nail, her right hand to the workman’s hammer, and with
the hammer she smote Sisera, she smote off his head when she had pierced and
stricken through his temples. At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down at her
feet, he bowed; he fell where he bowed; there he fell down dead. The mother of
Sisera looked out at her window and cried through the lattice, why is her
chariots so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of her chariots? He wise ladies answered her, she even
returned answer to herself. Have they not sped, have they not divided the prey?
To every man a damsel or two to Sisera, to every man a prey of many colors, of
needlework on both sides meet for the necks of them that take the spoil. So let all thine enemies perish O Lord, let
them that love him be as the sun when he goes forth in his might And the land had rest forty years.
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