Which would include tent pegs you know, ouch.
Edited to add: In all seriousness, the church needs the song of Deborah and Barak (Judges 5) set to music. And will have it, Lord let it be in my lifetime.
We aren’t to glory in the death of the wicked—and yet:
"Between her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay; Between her feet he bowed, he fell; Where he bowed, there he fell dead. (v. 27)
Reminds me of Miriam’s “The horse and rider He has thrown into the sea,” only more intense and personal.
And then it goes on about Sisera’s mother, she’s worried about him, wondering why he’s late returning, thinking it must be because he’s gathering so much spoil from the victory…
And if anyone was faint of heart singing this or wondering if they really should be joyful, there is this giant hammer stroke at the end:
“Thus let all Your enemies perish, O LORD; But let those who love Him be like the rising of the sun in its might.” And the land was undisturbed for forty years. (v. 31)