Blessed among women shall Jael be,
That wife of Heber the Kenite,
Blessed above all nomad women!
Water he asked, milk she gave,
Curdled milk she brought him,
In a bowl well fitted for lords!
She put one hand to the tent pin,
Her other to the workman's hammer.
She struck Sisera, she crushed his head,
She shattered, she pierced his temple.
Bowed at her feet, he fell, he lay still,
Where he bowed, he fell a victim slain.
Thus sang Deborah!
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