The Song of Deborah and Barak
(Exodus 15:1–21)

1Then Debbora and Barac the sonne of Abi Noam, sange at the same tyme, and sayde:

2Now that ye are come to rest, ye quyete men in Israel, prayse ye LORDE, amonge soch of the people as be fre wyllinge.

3Heare ye kynges, & herken to ye prynces: I wyl, I wyl synge to the LORDE, euen vnto the LORDE ye God of Israel wil I playe.

4LORDE, whan thou wentest out from Seir, & camest in from the felde of Edom, ye earth quaked, the heauen dropped, and the cloudes dropped with water.

5The hilles melted before the LORDE, Sinai before the LORDE the God of Israel.

6In the tyme of Sanger the sonne of Anath: In the tyme of Iael the wayes fayled: and they that shulde haue gone in pathes, walked thorow croked wayes.

7There was scarcenesse, there was scarcenesse of housbande men in Israel, vntyll I Debbora came vp, vntyll I came vp a mother in Israel.

8God hath chosen a new thinge. He hath ouercome ye portes in battayll: and yet was there sene nether shylde ner speare amonge fortye thousande in Israel.

9My hert loueth ye teachers of Israel: ye yt are frewyllinge amonge the people, prayse the LORDE.

10Ye that ryde vpo fayre Asses, ye that syt in iudgment and geue sentence, ye that go by the waye, prayse the LORDE.

11Wha ye archers cried betwene ye drawers of water, then was it spoke of ye righteousnes of the LORDE, of the righteousnes of his husbande men in Israel: then ruled the people of the LORDE vnder the gates.

12Vp Debbora vp, get the vp, get the vp, & rehearse a songe. Arise Barak, & catch him yt catched the, thou sonne of Abinoam.

13Then had the desolate the rule with the mightie of the people. The LORDE had ye dominion thorow the giauntes.

14Out of Ephraim was their rote against Amalek, and after him Ben Iamin in thy people. Out of Machir haue teachers ruled, and out of Zabulo are there become gouernours thorow the wrytinge penne.

15And out of Isachar there were prynces with Debbora, and Isachar was as Barak in ye valley, sent with his people on fote: As for Ruben, he stode hye in his awne consayte, and separated him selfe from vs.

16Why abodest thou betwixte the borders, whan thou herdest the noyse of the flockes? because Ruben stode hye in his awne cosayte, and separated him selfe from vs.

17Gilead abode beyonde Iordane, and why dwelt Dan amonge the shippes? Asser sat in the hauen of the see, and taried in his porcions.

18But Zabulons people ioperde their life vnto death: Nephtali also in the toppe of ye felde of Merom.

19The kynges came & foughte, then foughte ye kynges of the Cananites at Thaanah by the water of Megiddo, but spoyle of money broughte they not there from.

20From heaue were they foughte agaynst, the starres in their courses foughte with Sissera.

21The broke Cyson ouerwhelmed them, the broke Kedumim, yee the broke Cyson. My soule treade thou vpon the mightie.

22Then made the horse fete a russhinge together, for the greate violence of their mightie horse men.

23Curse the cite of Meros (sayde ye angell of the LORDE) curse the citesyns therof, because they come not to helpe ye LORDE, to helpe the LORDE to the giauntes.

24Blessynge amonge wemen haue Iael the wife of Heber the Kenite: blessinge haue she in the tente amonge the wemen.

25Whan he axed water, she gaue him mylke, & broughte forth butter in a lordly disshe.

26She toke holde of the nale wt hir hande, & the smyth hammer with hir righte hande, and smote Sissera, cut of his heade & pearsed and bored thorow his temples.

27He bowed him selfe downe at hir fete, he fell downe, and laye there. He sanke downe, and fell at hir fete: whan he had soncke downe, he laye there destroyed.

28His mother loked out at the wyndowe, & cried piteously thorow the trallace: Why tarieth his charet out so loge, that he cometh not? Wherfore do the wheles of his charet make so longe tarienge?

29The wysest amoge his ladies answered, & sayde vnto her:

30Shulde they not finde & deuide the spoyle, vnto euery man a fayre mayde or two for a pray, & partye coloured garmetes of nedle worke to Sissera for a spoyle, partye coloured garmentes of nedle worke aboute the necke for a pray?

31Thus all thine enemies must perishe O LORDE: but they that loue the, shal be euen as the Sonne rysinge vp in his mighte. And the londe had peace fortye yeares.