For twenty years king Jabin,- Canaanite
Did Israelites with cruelty oppress,
When rose the peoples’ Judge and shining light,-
Deborah, Councilor, Judge and prophetess.

A judge in time of peace, and councilor,
Who wisely heard and settled their disputes
In times of war, a leader strong and warrior,
A prophetess, - familiar with feuds.

Her people had bowed long to tyranny,
Acquiesced to it with slavishness and cowed,
With hearts too faint, and some complacency,
While Deborah with indignation glowed.

Outraged by crimes committed, she spurned fear,
Intrepid woman who did trust the Lord,
Spurned Sisera, his iron charioteers,
And the commanders of king Jabin‘s court.

She never sat and pondered over things,
She felt a calling,- action was her role,
And down the ages like a trumpet rings
Her hymn, inspiring the Jewish soul.

She summoned Barak, her commander chief,
And tribes of Naphthali and Zabulon,
For strong her faith in God and her belief,
A war against king Jabin could be won.

“If you go. I’ll go too- but if not
I will not go“- - thus Barak did defer,
To Deborah,-a woman- stirred by God,
And strong, and he agreed to follow her..

”The Lord will fight for you she spoke, don‘t quake!
Before commander Sisera‘s charioteers,
You have His word,- and He will not forsake
His children for He saw their bitter tears“..



They met, she, Barak and his fighting men
Discussing military strategy,
To work for the attack a detailed plan
That would set Israel from bondage free.

Chief Barak would ascend mount Tabor, then
While Sisera lay in ambush with his men,
The Israelites would fast descend again,
With Sisera following, swooping down the plain.

.And so it came to be, the army foe
Swooped down mount Tabor with great force and speed,
To deal the Israelites the mortal blow.
And vanquish them and chase them in defeat.

Deborah from a lofty rock cried out:
To Barak, chief: “Up! Up! - this is the day
On which the Lord, our God will put to route
The enemy, and cause their disarray“.

“He will deliver mighty Sisera
Into the hands of woman” so she cried,
“And strike the battling force of Caanaa“,
Thus Deborah, Judge and Warrior prophesied.

But Sisera was mighty and he had
Nine hundred chariots and charioteers,
And well equipped the forces that he led
Which only made increase the Hebrews’ fear.



A storm rose from the east and heavy rain
Drove into Sisera’s face and all his men,-
Torrential hail and sleet burst o’r the plain,
And efforts for retreating proved in vain.

Entangled the commander’s chariot
And horses’ hoofs of his fine cavalry,
That splashed around and sank deep into mud,
The horses tried in vain to struggle free.

The archers were disabled by fierce rain
That kept a-beating down on them with might,
Disabled were the skillful slingers‘ train,
The storm, the hail and rain impaired their sight.

The swordsmen‘s train was crippled by great cold,
The Kishon river‘s furious flood swelled high,
.The hail beat down on them, while thunder rolled.
Their strategy and plans all went awry.

But Deborah, Barak and the Israelites
Behind them had the storm that whipped and lashed,
And saw the struggling smitten Canaanites,
Their chariots that either sank and crashed.

His army slain,- chief Sisera took to flight
By foot, to seek the hospitality
Of Jael, wife of Heber, the Kenite,
Assured their tent would lend security.

Fatigued from battle, he sought sleep and rest,
He asked for water from his hostess first,
But Jael brought warm milk in for her guest,
To quench the tired fugitive’s great thirst.

Warmed by the milk and comfort, Sisera stretched,
And was asleep at once upon his bed,
While Jael peg-nail and a hammer fetched
And drove the tent peg into Sisera’s head.




Killed by a woman,- killed by woman’s hand,
Fulfilled indeed Judge Deborah prophesy,
And liberated was her people’s land,
From harsh oppression and from tyranny.

But Sisera's mother on her balcony
Stood waiting, waiting and refused to learn
From messengers arriving finally
That her dear only son would not return.

All Israel gave thanks unto the Lord
Who had avenged, and granted victory,
They sang a martial hymn in one accord,:-
First martial hymn of praise in history...

The bible’s first and only women who,
Elected by her people’s free consent,
Was mother and deliverer brave and true
That guided panicked children by her hand,

A forebear of the Maiden of Orleans,
Who twenty seven centuries from thence
Would many battles for her army win,
Saint Joan of Arc, the joy and pride of France.

©l Eizabeth Dandy