O God, when you led your people out from Egypt,
when you marched through the dry wasteland, Interlude
the earth trembled, and the heavens poured down rain
before you, the God of Sinai,
before God, the God of Israel.
You sent abundant rain, O God,
to refresh the weary land.
There your people finally settled,
and with a bountiful harvest, O God,
you provided for your needy people.
The Lord gives the word,
and a great army[a] brings the good news.
Enemy kings and their armies flee,
while the women of Israel divide the plunder.
Even those who lived among the sheepfolds found treasures—
doves with wings of silver
and feathers of gold.
The Almighty scattered the enemy kings
like a blowing snowstorm on Mount Zalmon.
- 68:11 Or a host of women.