Psalms 68:9-13

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.

¹³When ye lie among the sheepfolds, It is as the wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.