Judges 5:1-31 - The Song Of Deborah And Barak
1 On that day Deborah and Barak son of Abinoam sang: 2
when the people volunteer,
praise the Lord.
I will sing to the Lord;
I will sing praise to the Lord God of Israel.
when You marched from the fields of Edom,
the earth trembled,
the heavens poured
and the clouds poured water.
even Sinai
in the days of Jael,
the main ways were deserted
because travelers kept to the side roads.
they were deserted in Israel,
until I, Deborah,
a mother in Israel.
then war was in the gates.
Not a shield or spear was seen
among 40,000 in Israel.
with the volunteers of the people.
Praise the Lord!
who sit on saddle blankets,
and who travel on the road, give praise!
the righteous deeds of His warriors in Israel,
with the voices of the singers at the watering places.
Awake! Awake, sing a song!
Arise, Barak,
and take hold of your captives,
son of Abinoam!”
the Lord’s people came down to me
Benjamin came with your people after you.
The leaders came down from Machir,
and those who carry a marshal’s staff came from Zebulun.
Issachar was with Barak.
They set out at his heels
There was great searching
among the clans of Reuben.
listening to the playing of pipes for the flocks?
There was great searching of heart
among the clans of Reuben.
Dan, why did you linger at the ships?
Asher remained at the seashore
and stayed in his harbors.
Naphtali also, on the heights of the battlefield.
Then the kings of Canaan fought
at Taanach by the waters of Megiddo,
but they took no spoil of silver.
the stars fought with Sisera from their courses.
the ancient river, the river Kishon.
March on, my soul, in strength!
the galloping, galloping of his
“Bitterly curse her inhabitants,
for they did not come to help the Lord,
to help the Lord against the mighty warriors.”
the wife of Heber the Kenite;
she is most blessed among tent-dwelling women.
She brought him curdled milk
her right hand, for a workman’s mallet.
Then she hammered Sisera—
she crushed his head;
she shattered and pierced his temple.
he collapsed, he fell at her feet;
where he collapsed, there he fell—dead.
she peered through the lattice, crying out:
“Why is his chariot so long in coming?
Why don’t I hear the hoofbeats of his horses?”
she even answers herself:
a girl or two for each warrior,
the spoil of colored garments for Sisera,
the spoil of an embroidered garment or two for my neck?”
But may those who love Him
be like the rising of the sun in its strength.
And the land was peaceful 40 years.