At the sound of your battle cry, O God of Jacob, both rider and horse “fell asleep.”

The one who gathers crops in the summer is a wise son, but the one who sleeps during the harvest is a son who brings shame to himself.

I listened to his voice, and as I did so I fell into a trance-like sleep with my face to the ground.

Then Jael wife of Heber took a tent peg in one hand and a hammer in the other. She crept up on him, drove the tent peg through his temple into the ground while he was asleep from exhaustion, and he died.

The ship’s captain approached him and said, “What are you doing asleep? Get up! Cry out to your god! Perhaps your god might take notice of us so that we might not die!”