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26 Her hand on a tent peg,
    her right hand on a workman’s hammer;
she struck Sisera, she crushed his skull,
    she shattered and pierced his temple.
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?’

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