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12 “Kings of armies flee; they flee!”
    Even the women who were at home divided the spoil.
13 Though you sleep between the sheepfolds,
    yet you will be like the wings of a dove overlaid with silver,
    and its feathers with yellow gold.
14 When the Almighty scattered kings in it,
    it was white as snow on Mount Zalmon.

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