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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,

30 ‘Have they not gotten and divided the spoil, every man having a maid or two? Sisera has a prey of diverse colored garments, a prey of sundry colors made of needle work, of diverse colors of needle work on both sides, for the chief of the spoil.’

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