“The wadi of Qishon swept them away, that age-old wadi, the wadi of Qishon. O my being, you have trampled in strength!
“I have waited for your deliverance, O יהוה!
And Ě
Through You we push our enemies; Through Your Name we tread down those who rise up against us.
“Yah is my strength and song, and He has become my deliverance. He is my Ě
For the hand of יהוה rests on this mountain, and Mo’aḇ
And let my enemy see it, and let shame cover her who said to me, “Where is יהוה your Elohim?” Let my eyes look on her: now she is trampled down like mud in the streets.
So Sisera called all his chariots, nine hundred chariots of iron, and all the people who were with him, from Ḥ
and I shall draw unto you Sisera, the commander of Yaḇ