²⁸ Sisera’s mother looked through her window
    and cried as she peered through the lattice.
“Why is his chariot taking so long?
Why don’t I hear the clatter of his chariots?”
²⁹ Her wisest servants gave her an answer.
But she kept repeating to herself,
³⁰ “They’re really finding and dividing the loot:
    A girl or two for each soldier,
        colorful clothes for Sisera,
            colorful, embroidered clothes,
                and two pieces of colorful, embroidered cloth
    for the neck of the looter.”