And I was as she who danced when the Seas were rended asunder

And stood, until Egypt pressed in to be drowned unto death.

[Pg 20]

My breasts were as fire with the glory, the rocks that were under

My feet grew quick with the gloating that beat in my breath.

At night I stole out where they cast him, a sop to the jackal and raven.

But his bones stood up in the moon and I shook with affright.

The strength shrank out of my limbs and I fell, a craven,

Before him—the nail in his temple gleamed bloodily bright.

Jehovah! Jehovah! art Thou not stronger than gods of the heathen?

I slew him, that Sisera, prince of the host Thou dost hate.

But fear of his blood is upon me, about me is breathen

[Pg 21]

His spirit—by day and by night come voices that wait.

I fly to the desert, I fly to the mountain—but they will not hide me.

His gods haunt the winds and the caves with vengeance that cries

For judgment upon me; the stars in their courses deride me—

The stars Thou hast hung with a breath in the wandering skies.

Jehovah! Jehovah! I slew him, the scourge and sting of Thy Nation.

Take from me his spirit, take from me the voice of his blood.

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