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Blessed above all women
Shall Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite be.
Jael, a queen in Heaven
Surely will speak out straight in defence of me.
Shall I despair Salvation?
Was Sisera then more ripe for the knife or nail
Than rat-soul'd Becker? Do I misread the tale?
I was no stealthy serpent.
(Jael flattered and killed her man as he slept.)
I was a lion, I challenged before I leapt.
Three times I gave clear warning
(Fair-play's good sport), then standing I struck him dead.
Ram-faced lecher, the blood on his own beast head!
Blessed above all women
Shall Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite be.
Ah, she won fame for her triumph,
My inward joy was payment enough for me.