The river of Kishon swept them away, that ancient river, the river Kishon. O my soul, you have trodden down strength.

Have they not sped? have they not divided the spoil; to every man a young woman or two; to Sisera a spoil of many colors, a spoil of many colors of needlework, of many colors of needlework on both sides, suitable for the necks of them that take the spoil?