“She puts her hands on the distaff, and her fingers hold a spindle.
May the blame fall on the head of Joab and all of his family. May there always be members of Joab’s family who have oozing sores and skin diseases, who can only work a spindle, who die in battle, and who never have any food.”
She sees that she is making a good profit. Her lamp burns late at night.
She opens her hands to oppressed people and stretches them out to needy people.