Howbeit Sisera fled away on his feet to the tent of Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite; for there was peace between Jabin the king of Hazor and the house of Heber the Kenite.
And he seide to hir, Y biseche, yyue thou to me a litil of watir, for Y thirste greetli. And sche openyde a botel of mylk, and yaf to hym to drynke, and hilide hym.