9 You, God, sent a plentiful rain. You confirmed your inheritance, when it was weary.
10 Your congregation lived therein. You, God, prepared your goodness for the poor.
11 The Lord announced the word. The ones who proclaim it are a great company.
12 ''Kings of armies flee! They flee!'' She who waits at home divides the spoil,
13 While you sleep among the campfires, The wings of a dove sheathed with silver, Her feathers with shining gold.