Psalms 68:9-13

⁹Thou, O God, didst send a plentiful rain, Whereby thou didst confirm thine inheritance, when it was weary.

¹⁰Thy congregation hath dwelt therein: Thou, O God, hast prepared of thy goodness for the poor.

¹¹The Lord gave the word: Great was the company of those that published it.

¹²Kings of armies did flee apace: And she that tarried at home divided the spoil.

¹³Though ye have lien among the pots, Yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, And her feathers with yellow gold.