28 ‘Through the window peered Sisera’s mother;
    behind the lattice she cried out,
“Why is his chariot so long in coming?
    Why is the clatter of his chariots delayed?”
29 The wisest of her ladies answer her;
    indeed, she keeps saying to herself,
30 “Are they not finding and dividing the spoils:
    a woman or two for each man,
colourful garments as plunder for Sisera,
    colourful garments embroidered,
highly embroidered garments for my neck –
    all this as plunder?”

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