‘In the days of Shamgar son of Anath,
    in the days of Jael, the highways were abandoned;
    travellers took to winding paths.
Villagers in Israel would not fight;
    they held back until I, Deborah, arose,
    until I arose, a mother in Israel.
God chose new leaders
    when war came to the city gates,
but not a shield or spear was seen
    among forty thousand in Israel.

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