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.

28 ‘Through the window peered Sisera’s mother;
    behind the lattice she cried out,
“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,

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