9 Thou, O God, didst send a plentiful rain, by which thou didst confirm thy inheritance, when it was weary.
10 Thy congregation hath dwelt therein: thou, O God, hast prepared of thy goodness for the poor.
11 The Lord gave the word: great [was] the company of those that published [it].
12 Kings of armies fled apace: and she that tarried at home divided the spoil.
13 Though ye have lain among the pots, [yet shall ye be as] the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.
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