9. Thou, O God didst pour a plentiful rain upon thine inheritance, and when it was weary thou strengthenedst it.
10. Thy flock hath dwelt therein: thou hast prepared in thy goodness, for the afflicted, O God
11. The Lord gives the word: great the host of the publishers.
12. Kings of armies flee; they flee, and she that tarrieth at home divideth the spoil.
13. Though ye have lain among the sheepfolds, ye shall be as wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with green gold.