Psalms 68:9-13

⁹You, God, sent a plentiful rain. You confirmed your inheritance when it was weary.

¹⁰Your congregation lived therein. You, God, prepared your goodness for the poor.

¹¹The 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 plunder,

¹³while you sleep amongst the camp fires, the wings of a dove sheathed with silver, her feathers with shining gold.