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12 The kings of the enemies’ armies, they flee, they flee! She who tarries at home divides the spoil [left behind].

13 Though you [the slackers] may lie among the sheepfolds [in slothful ease, yet for Israel] the wings of a dove are covered with silver, its pinions excessively green with gold [are trophies taken from the enemy].

14 When the Almighty scattered kings in [the land], it was as when it snows on Zalmon [a wooded hill near Shechem].

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