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28 Sisera’s mother looked out through a window,
    she cried from behind the lattice,
‘Why is his chariot taking so long?
    Why is the clatter of chariots so late in coming?’
29 The wisest of her ladies answers her,
    indeed, she keeps saying to herself,
30 ‘Are they having trouble finding and dividing the spoils?
A woman or two to each man,
    colorful garments as plunder to Sisera,
    the plunder of garments with colorful needlework,
    colorful needlework for around the plunderer’s neck?’

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