Psalms 68:11-13

¹¹(68:12) The Lord gave happy tidings; they are published by the female messengers, a numerous host.

¹²(68:13) The kings of the armies flee away—flee away: yet she that tarried at home divideth the spoil.

¹³(68:14) When ye lie still between the folds of your cattle, ye will be like the wings of the dove covered with sliver, and her pinions shining with flaming gold.