The Triumphant Song of Deborah and Barak

lyricist: 18th Century
Composer: Alonzo Howard, 1873

Because He Is­ra­el hath re­venged

Bless ye there­fore the Lord:

Because the peo­ple of­fered up

Themselves of free ac­cord.

Give ear

O kings

ye princ­es hear

Sing to the Lord I will;

I

ev­en I’ll sing to the Lord

The God of Is­ra­el.

Lord

when Thou went­est from Se­ir

Didst march from Ed­om’s field;

The earth did trem­ble

heav­ens drop

The clouds their show­ers yield;

And in the pre­sence of the Lord

The mount­ains melt­ing fell

E’en Si­nai drooped be­fore the Lord

The God of Is­ra­el.

In days of Sham­gar

An­ath’s son

The roads in Ja­el’s days

Abandoned were: the tra­vel­ers

They walked in lost by-ways.

And vil­lag­ers did cease to be

They ceased in Is­ra­el:

Until I

De­bo­rah

arose

Mother in Is­ra­el.

New gods they chose

then cru­el wars

Entered their gates wit­hin;

With for­ty thou­sand Is­ra­el­ites

No shield or spear was seen.

My heart to Is­ra­el’s rul­ers is

That did of free ac­cord

Present them­selves among the folk:

Bless ye there­fore the Lord.

Speak ye your minds

all ye that do

Upon white ass­es ride;

Ye that in judg­ment sit

and ye

That walk the way be­side.

Who from the arch­ers’ noise are freed

There shall they now re­cord

In plac­es where they wa­ter draw

The just acts of the Lord.

His righte­ous works to them who dwell

In Is­ra­el’s towns re­late

Then shall the peo­ple of the Lord

Go down un­to the gate.

Awake

O De­bo­rah

wake and sing;

And now

Ba­rak

arise

Abinoam’s son

to dry the tears

From Is­ra­el’s cap­tive eyes.

Unto the rem­nant he gave rule

Above the no­bles then

Among the folk: the Lord gave me

Rule ov­er migh­ty men.

From Eph­ra­im a root against

Proud Ama­lek there was:

Thy fol­low­ers

O Ben­ja­min

Among thy folk did pass.

From out of Ma­chir gov­er­nors

Descended al­so then

And out of Ze­bu­lun came they

That wield the writ­er’s pen.

From Is­sa­char marched prin­ces out

His peers with De­bo­rah went

And al­so was Ba­rak on foot

Into the val­ley sent.

Because of those di­vi­sions that

In Reu­ben did ap­pear

Great fears and an­xious thoughts of heart

Among them then there were.

Why didst thou with the sheep folds stay?

The bleat­ing flocks to hear?

For Reu­ben his di­vi­sions sad

Heart search­ings great there were.

Beyond the Jor­dan Gi­le­ad sat;

Why Dan in ships re­side?

On sea­shore why Ash­er did stay

And in his creeks abide?

But Ze­bu­lun and Nap­tha­li

Were peo­ple who did yield

Their lives in dan­ger un­to death

Upon the op­en field.

Thus Is­ra­el’s kings came to the fray

And crowns of Ca­naan fought

In Tan­ach by Me­gid­do’s streams;

No gold­en coin they sought.

They warred from Heav’n—the stars in course

Fought Si­se­ra that day;

And Kish­on’s riv­er

an­cient brook

Swept all his strength away.

O thou

my soul

hast trod down strength

The hors­es brok­en were;

By plung­ing

tramp­ling

gal­lop­ing

Of migh­ty princ­es there.

O curse Me­roz

her peo­ple curse

Jehovah’s an­gel said:

For they came not to help the Lord

’Gainst Si­se­ra to aid.

Jael the Ken­ite

He­ber’s wife

’Bove wo­men blest shall be:

Above the wo­men in the tent

Most bless­èd one is she.

He wa­ter asked; she gave him milk

In lord­ly dish she fetched

Him but­ter forth

then to the nail

She forth her left hand stretched.

Her right the work­man’s ham­mer held

To strike Si­sera dead:

She struck and pierced his tem­ple through

And then cut off his head.

So at her feet he bowed

he fell

Before her laid he down;

He breathed his last

and joined the dead

Destroyèd on the ground.

Through lat­ticed win­dow Si­se­ra’s

Mother looked

and feared his fate;

O tell me why

in his re­turn

Why is my son so late?

His cha­ri­ot wheels

why tar­ry they?

Her la­dies wise re­plied

But to her­self she an­swer made

Have they not sped? she cried.

The spoil to each

a maid or twain

Divided not have they?

With Si­se­ra have they not shared

A many co­lor­ed prey?

Of di­verse col­ored nee­dle­work

Wrought cu­ri­ous on each side

Of va­ri­ous col­ors

meet for necks

Of those who spoils di­vide?

So per­ished are Thine ene­mies

O Lord; but let all those

Who love You

be they like the sun

That in his strength forth goes.

Then came a rest of for­ty years

With peace through­out the land;

Then Is­ra­el turned again from God

And fell in Mi­di­an’s hand.

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