9Thou, O God, didst send a plentiful rain, thou didst confirm thine inheritance, when it was weary.
10Thy congregation dwelt therein: thou, O God, didst prepare of thy goodness for the poor.
11The Lord giveth the word: the women that publish the tidings are a great host.
12Kings of armies flee, they flee: and she that tarrieth at home divideth the spoil.