What a crowd! And what a bunch of slackers. Here they are sleeping on the ground – on top of each other – next to the flaps of Holofernes’ tent while he is in a violent struggle to save his neck. Yes, it does appear that Judith has her hand over his mouth to stifle his screaming but don’t you think he could make a little bit of a fuss?
Unless that Bethulian moonshine is incredibly potent and Judith distributed it liberally among the troops.