10-11You who ride on prize donkeys comfortably mounted on blankets
And you who walk down the roads,
Gather at the town well
and listen to them sing,
Chanting the tale of God's victories,
his victories accomplished in Israel.
Then the people of God
went down to the city gates.
12Wake up, wake up, Deborah!
Wake up, wake up, sing a song!
On your feet, Barak!
Take your prisoners, son of Abinoam!