9. Thou, O God, didst send a plentiful rain, thou didst confirm thine inheritance, when it was weary.
10. Thy congregation dwelt therein: thou, O God, didst prepare of thy goodness for the poor.
11. The Lord giveth the word: the women that publish the tidings are a great host.
12. Kings of armies flee, they flee: and she that tarrieth at home divideth the spoil.
13. Will ye lie among the sheepfolds, as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her pinions with yellow gold?
14. When the Almighty scattered kings therein, it was as when it snoweth in Zalmon.