New International Version
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)’
Then the land had peace(O) forty years.