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26 Her hand reached for a tent peg,
    her right hand for a workman’s hammer.
She struck Sisera; she crushed his head,
    she pierced and bored through his temple.
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?’

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