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 The Lord gave the word; * great was the company of women who bore the tidings:

“Kings with their armies are fleeing away; * the women at home are dividing the spoils.”

Though you lingered among the sheepfolds, * you shall be like a dove whose wings are covered with silver, whose feathers are like green gold.

When the Almighty scattered kings, * it was like snow falling in Zalmon.

O mighty mountain, O hill of Bashan! * O rugged mountain, O hill of Bashan!

Why do you look with envy, O rugged mountain, at the hill which God chose for his resting place? * truly, the will dwell there for ever.

The chariots of God are twenty thousand, even thousands of thousands; * the Lord comes in holiness from Sinai.

You have gone up on high and led captivity captive; you have received gifts even from your enemies, * that the God might dwell among them.

Blessed be the Lord day by day, * the God of our salvation, who bears our burdens.

He is our God, the God of our salvation; * God is the, by whom we escape death.

God shall crush the heads of his enemies, * and the hairy scalp of those who go on still in their wickedness.