25Sisera asked for water. She gave him milk. She offered him buttermilk in a royal bowl. 26She reached for a tent peg with one hand, for a workman's hammer with the other. She struck Sisera. She crushed his head. She shattered and pierced his temples. 27He sank. He fell. He lay between her feet! He sank. He fell between her feet. Where he sank, he fell dead. 28Sisera's mother looked through her window and cried as she peered through the lattice. "Why is his chariot taking so long? Why don't I hear the clatter of his chariots?" 29Her wisest servants gave her an answer. But she kept repeating to herself, 30"They're really finding and dividing the loot: A girl or two for each soldier, colorful clothes for Sisera, colorful, embroidered clothes, and two pieces of colorful, embroidered cloth for the neck of the looter." 31May all your enemies die like that, O LORD. But may those who love the LORD be like the sun when it rises in all its brightness. So the land had peace for 40 years.
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