When Israel gathers the assembly,
when the people offer themselves as volunteers:
Bless the Lord, bless the Lord,
bless the Lord, to the Lord I want to sing.
Awake, Deborah,
awake, Deborah,
strike up the song!
Awake, Deborah,
awake, Deborah,
arise Barak!
In the days of Shamgar, son of Anath,
in the days of Jael,
there were no caravans,
no one could walk the streets,
since Israel had gone after other gods
and war was at the gates.
No warrior could be found in Israel,
not one lance could be found among ten thousand men.
Bless the Lord…
When you came out of Seir, O Lord my God,
when you advanced over the fields of Edom,
the earth trembled, heaven shook,
the clouds dissolved into water,
before you the mountains melted,
before you, O God of Israel.
From heaven above the stars came out to fight.
From heaven above the stars came out to fight.
From heaven above they fought against Sisera.
From heaven above they fought against Sisera.
The Kishon torrent, the sacred torrent swept them away.
Bless the Lord…

Who is this who comes from Edom?
Who is this
who advances, his garments dyed in red,
magnificent in his apparel,
he walks full of strength?
It is I, it is I, who speak with justice:
it is I, a great liberator.
And why,
why are your garments red?
And why are they
as if you had trodden the winepress?
Why, why?
In the winepress, in the winepress,
I have trodden alone;
of my people, no one was with me.
I looked, I looked, there was no one to help me,
I was appalled: there was no one to sustain me.
Then, my own arm saved me,
my strength, my strength sustained me:
the day of vengeance had arrived.
I trod, I trod upon the peoples,
and made the earth run with their blood,
all my garments were stained.
Who is this who comes from Edom?
Who is this
who advances, his garments dyed in red,
magnificent in his apparel,
he walks full of strength?