New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised
11 To the sound of musicians[a] at the watering-places,
there they repeat the triumphs of the Lord,
the triumphs of his peasantry in Israel.
‘Then down to the gates marched the people of the Lord.
12 ‘Awake, awake, Deborah!
Awake, awake, utter a song!
Arise, Barak, lead away your captives,
O son of Abinoam.
13 Then down marched the remnant of the noble;
the people of the Lord marched down for him[b] against the mighty.