Lo, this is the man that made not God his strength,\par\tab But trusted in the abundance of his riches,\par\tab And strengthened himself in his wickedness.
She put her hand to the tent-pin, And her right hand to the workmen's hammer; And with the hammer she smote Sisera, she smote through his head; Yea, she pierced and struck through his temples.
Through the window she looked forth, and cried, The mother of Sisera cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots?