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27 “He bowed down at her feet. He fell down and lay still. At her feet, he bowed down and fell. And when he had sunk down, he lay there, 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 do the wheels of his chariots tarry?’

29 “Her wise ladies answered her. Yea, she answered herself with her own words,

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