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12     (A)“The kings of the armies—they flee, they flee!”
The women at home (B)divide the spoil—
13     though you men lie among (C)the sheepfolds—
the wings of a dove covered with silver,
    its pinions with shimmering gold.
14 When the Almighty scatters kings there,
    let snow fall on (D)Zalmon.

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