Meanwhile, Sisera had fled on foot to the tent of Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite, because there was peace between Jabin king of Hazor and the house of Heber the Kenite.
“There is no peace,” says my God, “for the wicked.”
May their table become a snare; may it be a retribution and a trap.
I have seen a wicked, ruthless man flourishing like a well-rooted native tree,
He pours out contempt on the nobles and makes them wander in a trackless wasteland.
Most blessed among women is Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite, most blessed of tent-dwelling women.
He leads priests away barefoot and overthrows the established.
It will be like a man who flees from a lion, only to encounter a bear, or who enters his house and rests his hand agains
A man’s pride will bring him low, but a humble spirit will obtain honor.
His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
In the days of Shamgar son of Anath, in the days of Jael, the highways were deserted and the travelers took the byways.
Unleash the fury of your wrath; look on every proud man and bring him low.