(A)You, O God, sent a plentiful rain,
Whereby You confirmed Your inheritance,
When it was weary.
10 Your congregation dwelt in it;
(B)You, O God, provided from Your goodness for the poor.

11 The Lord gave the word;
Great was the [a]company of those who proclaimed it:
12 “Kings(C) of armies flee, they flee,
And she who remains at home divides the [b]spoil.
13 (D)Though you lie down among the [c]sheepfolds,
(E)You will be like the wings of a dove covered with silver,
And her feathers with yellow gold.”

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 68:11 host
  2. Psalm 68:12 plunder
  3. Psalm 68:13 Or saddlebags

You gave abundant showers,(A) O God;
    you refreshed your weary inheritance.
10 Your people settled in it,
    and from your bounty,(B) God, you provided(C) for the poor.

11 The Lord announces the word,
    and the women who proclaim it are a mighty throng:(D)
12 “Kings and armies flee(E) in haste;
    the women at home divide the plunder.(F)
13 Even while you sleep among the sheep pens,[a](G)
    the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver,
    its feathers with shining gold.”

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  1. Psalm 68:13 Or the campfires; or the saddlebags