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.
14 When the Almighty scattered kings in her, It snowed on Zalmon.
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