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27 He sank down to her feet,
    fell down and lay there.
At her feet he sank and fell down;
    where he sank, there he fell, dead!
28 Sisera’s mother looked out through a window,
    she cried from behind the lattice,
‘Why is his chariot taking so long?
    Why is the clatter of chariots so late in coming?’
29 The wisest of her ladies answers her,
    indeed, she keeps saying to herself,

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