10 Thy congregation dwelt therein: Thou, O God, didst prepare of thy goodness for the poor.
11 The Lord giveth the word: The women that publish the tidings are a great host.
12 Kings of armies flee, they flee; And she that tarrieth at home divideth the spoil.
13 When ye lie among the sheepfolds, 'It is as' the wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.
14 When the Almighty scattered kings therein, 'It was as when' it snoweth in Zalmon.
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