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27 Between her feet he sank, he fell, he lay;
    between her feet he sank, he fell;
    where he sank, there he fell, overpowered.

28 “The mother of Sisera looked through the window,
    and cried out through the lattice,
‘Why is his chariot so late?
    Why is the sound of his war chariots so delayed?’
29 Her wise attendants answered her,
    indeed, she replied to herself,

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