11 The Lord announces the word,
    and the women who proclaim it are a mighty throng:
12 ‘Kings and armies flee in haste;
    the women at home divide the plunder.
13 Even while you sleep among the sheepfolds,[a]
    the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver,
    its feathers with shining gold.’

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Footnotes

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