(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

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