Through the window she looked forth, and cried, The mother of Sisera 'cried' through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
His modir bihelde bi a wyndow, and yellide; and sche spak fro þe soler, Whi tarieth his chaar to come ayen? Whi tarieden þe feet of his foure horsid cartis?