25. He asked for water, and she gave milk; in a drinking bowl for nobles, she brought curds.
26. She reached out her hand to the peg, and her right hand for the workman’s hammer; and she struck Sisera, crushed his head, and she shattered and pierced his temple.
27. Between her feet he sank, he fell, he lay. Between her feet he sank down, he fell; Where he sank down, there he fell—dead.
28. “Through the window she looked down; the mother of Sisera cried out through the lattice, ‘Why is his chariot delayed in coming? Why do the hoof beats of his chariot tarry?’