He made this valley, so quiet now, a reeking slaughter-pen.
Somewhere in this part of the country--I do not know exactly where -- Israel fought another bloody battle a hundred years later.

Deborah, the prophetess, told Barak to take ten thousand men and sally forth against another King Jabin who had been doing something.

Barak came down from Mount Tabor, twenty or twenty-five miles from here, and gave battle to Jabin's forces, who were in command of Sisera.

Barak won the fight, and while he was making the victory complete by the usual method of exterminating the remnant of the defeated host, Sisera fled away on foot, and when he was nearly exhausted by fatigue and thirst, one Jael, a woman he seems to have been acquainted with, invited him to come into her tent and rest himself.

The weary soldier acceded readily enough, and Jael put him to bed.