^{12 Ref} Kings of armies flee, they flee; And she that tarrieth at home divideth the spoil.

^{13 Ref} When ye lie among the sheepfolds, `It is as' the wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.

^{14 Ref} When the Almighty scattered kings therein, `It was as when' it snoweth in Zalmon.