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Judges 5

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Deborah and Barak Sing to our Papa

Deborah and Barak sing di battle back: our Papa dey march from Edom till mountains shake, empty roads, tribes wey come and tribes wey stay near dia ships. Dem bless Jael. Di song end for Sisera mama, wey still dey window dey count loot wey no go ever reach.

Chapter 5.

For dat day Deborah and Barak, Abinoam im pikin, sing dis song sey: "Wen di leaders lead for Israel, wen di people gladly give demsef—praise our Papa! Make una hear, O una kings! Make una listen, O una princes! Me, na me go sing to our Papa; I go make music to our Papa, di God of Israel. Our Papa, wen You comot from Seir, wen You march from di land of Edom, di earth shake, di heavens pour, di clouds pour down water. Di mountains shake for front of our Papa, di One of Sinai, for front of our Papa, di God of Israel. For di days of Shamgar, Anath im pikin, for di days of Jael, di big roads dey empty, and travelers dey follow di winding paths. Village life for Israel stop, e stop—until me, Deborah, rise up, rise up as mama for Israel. Dem choose new gods; den war come reach di gates. Dem no see shield or spear among 40,000 for Israel. My heart dey go out to di commanders of Israel wey gladly give demsef among di people—praise our Papa! Una wey dey ride white donkeys, una wey dey siddon for saddle blankets, and una wey dey waka for di road—make una tok am! Louder pass di voice of dem wey dey share di flocks for di watering places, na dia dem dey tok di correct-and-holy way of our Papa, di correct-and-holy way of im village people for Israel. Den di people of our Papa go down to di gates. Wake up, wake up, Deborah! Wake up, wake up, begin sing! Rise up, Barak! Carry your captives go, Abinoam im pikin. Den di ones wey survive come down to di nobles; di people of our Papa come down to me against di mighty ones. From Ephraim di ones wey get dia roots for Amalek come, dey follow you, Benjamin, with your people; from Machir di commanders come down, and from Zebulun di ones wey dey carry di marshal im staff. Di princes of Issachar dey with Deborah; yes, Issachar dey faithful to Barak, dey rush enter di valley for im back. Among di districts of Reuben, dem search dia heart well well. Why you stay among di sheepfolds to hear di whistling for di flocks? Among di districts of Reuben, dem search dia heart well well. Gilead stay for di oda side of di Jordan. And Dan, why e wait near di ships? Asher siddon quiet for di seaside, dey settle near im harbors. Zebulun na people wey risk dia very life; na so Naphtali too be, for di high places of di field. Kings come fight; den di kings of Canaan fight for Taanach, near di waters of Megiddo, but dem no carry any silver, no plunder. From di heavens di stars fight; from dia paths dem fight against Sisera. Di river Kishon carry dem comot, di old river, di river Kishon. March on, my soul, with power! Den di horses hoof dem begin thunder—di galloping, galloping of im mighty horses.

Curse Meroz," na so di messenger of our Papa tok, "curse im people well well, becos dem no come help am, to help our Papa against di mighty ones." Make Jael get blessing pass all women, di wife of Heber di Kenite, blessing pass all women wey dey for tent. E ask for water, and she give am milk; for bowl wey fit nobles she bring am curds. Her hand reach for di tent peg, her right hand for di workman im hammer. She hit Sisera, she crush im head, she shatter and pierce im temple. For her feet e sink, e fall, e lie still; for her feet e sink, e fall. Where e sink, na dia e fall—dead. Through di window Sisera im mama dey look out; behind di lattice she cry out, "Why im chariot dey take so long to come? Why di noise of im chariots dey delay?" Her wisest ladies dey answer her—true true, she dey repeat am to herself. "Abi dem never find and share di plunder?—one girl or two for every man, plunder of dye cloth for Sisera, plunder of dye cloth wey dem sew fine fine, two pieces of embroidered cloth for di neck of di one wey carry di plunder?" So make all your enemies perish, our Papa! But make dem wey love You be like di sun wey dey rise with im power. Den di land get peace for forty years.

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