King James VersionJudges5


1 Then sang Deb­o­rah and Barak the son of Abi­noam on that day, say­ing, 2 Praise ye the LORD for the aveng­ing of Is­rael, when the peo­ple will­ing­ly of­fered them­selves. 3 Hear, O ye kings; give ear, O ye princes; I, even I, will sing unto the LORD; I will sing praise to the LORD God of Is­rael. 4 LORD, when thou wen­test out of Seir, when thou marchedst out of the field of Edom, the earth trem­bled, and the heav­ens dropped, the clouds also dropped wa­ter. 5 The moun­tains melt­ed from be­fore the LORD, even that Sinai from be­fore the LORD God of Is­rael. 6 In the days of Sham­gar the son of Anath, in the days of Jael, the high­ways were un­oc­cu­pied, and the trav­ellers walked through by­ways. 7 The in­hab­i­tants of the vil­lages ceased, they ceased in Is­rael, un­til that I Deb­o­rah arose, that I arose a moth­er in Is­rael. 8 They chose new gods; then was war in the gates: was there a shield or spear seen among forty thou­sand in Is­rael? 9 My heart is to­ward the gov­er­nors of Is­rael, that of­fered them­selves will­ing­ly among the peo­ple. Bless ye the LORD. 10 Speak, ye that ride on white ass­es, ye that sit in judg­ment, and walk by the way. 11 They that are delivered from the noise of archers in the places of draw­ing wa­ter, there shall they re­hearse the righ­teous acts of the LORD, even the righ­teous acts ­to­ward the inhabitants of his vil­lages in Is­rael: then shall the peo­ple of the LORD go down to the gates. 12 Awake, awake, Deb­o­rah: awake, awake, ut­ter a song: arise, Barak, and lead thy cap­tiv­i­ty cap­tive, thou son of Abi­noam. 13 Then he made him that re­maineth have do­min­ion over the no­bles among the peo­ple: the LORD made me have do­min­ion over the mighty. 14 Out of Ephraim was there a root of them against Amalek; af­ter thee, Ben­jamin, among thy peo­ple; out of Machir came down gov­er­nors, and out of Ze­bu­lun they that han­dle the pen of the writ­er. 15 And the princes of Is­sachar were with Deb­o­rah; even Is­sachar, and also Barak: he was sent on foot into the val­ley. For the di­vi­sions of Reuben there were great thoughts of heart. 16 Why abodest thou among the sheep­folds, to hear the bleat­ings of the flocks? For the di­vi­sions of Reuben there were great search­ings of heart. 17 Gilead abode be­yond Jor­dan: and why did Dan re­main in ships? Ash­er con­tin­ued on the sea shore, and abode in his breach­es. 18 Ze­bu­lun and Naph­tali were a peo­ple that jeop­ard­ed their lives unto the death in the high places of the field. 19 The kings came and fought, then fought the kings of Canaan in Taanach by the wa­ters of Megid­do; they took no gain of mon­ey. 20 They fought from heav­en; the stars in their cours­es fought against Sis­era. 21 The riv­er of Kishon swept them away, that an­cient riv­er, the riv­er Kishon. O my soul, thou hast trod­den down strength. 22 Then were the horse­hoofs bro­ken by the means of the prans­ings, the prans­ings of their mighty ones. 23 Curse ye Meroz, said the an­gel of the LORD, curse ye bit­ter­ly the in­hab­i­tants there­of; be­cause they came not to the help of the LORD, to the help of the LORD against the mighty. 24 Blessed above wom­en shall Jael the wife of Heber the Ken­ite be, blessed shall she be above wom­en in the tent. 25 He asked wa­ter, and she gave him milk; she brought forth but­ter in a lord­ly dish. 26 She put her hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workmen's ham­mer; and with the ham­mer she smote Sis­era, she smote off his head, when she had pierced and strick­en through his tem­ples. 27 At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed, he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead. 28 The moth­er of Sis­era looked out at a win­dow, and cried through the lat­tice, Why is his char­i­ot so long in com­ing? why tar­ry the wheels of his char­i­ots? 29 Her wise ladies an­swered her, yea, she re­turned an­swer to her­self, 30 Have they not sped? have they not di­vid­ed the prey; to ev­ery man a damsel or two; to Sis­era a prey of divers colours, a prey of divers colours of needle­work, of divers colours of needle­work on both sides, meet for the necks of them that take the spoil? 31 So let all thine en­e­mies per­ish, O LORD: but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might. And the land had rest forty years.