²⁴ “Most blessed of women^(A) be Jael,^(B)
    the wife of Heber the Kenite,^(C)
    most blessed of tent-dwelling women.
²⁵ He asked for water, and she gave him milk;^(D)
    in a bowl fit for nobles she brought him curdled milk.
²⁶ Her hand reached for the tent peg,
    her right hand for the workman’s hammer.
She struck Sisera, she crushed his head,
    she shattered and pierced his temple.^(E)
27 At her feet he sank,
    he fell; there he lay.
At her feet he sank, he fell;
    where he sank, there he fell—dead^(F).

²⁸ “Through the window^(G) peered Sisera’s mother;
    behind the lattice she cried out,^(H)
‘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:^(I)
    a woman or two for each man,
colorful garments as plunder for Sisera,
    colorful garments embroidered,
highly embroidered garments^(J) for my neck—
    all this as plunder?^(K)’