12 “The kings of the armies—they flee, they flee!”The women at home divide the spoil—
13 though you men lie among 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 Zalmon.
15 O mountain of God, mountain of Bashan;O many-peaked mountain, mountain of Bashan!
16 Why do you look with hatred, O many-peaked mountain,at the mount that God desired for his abode,yes, where the Lord will dwell forever?
17 The chariots of God are twice ten thousand,thousands upon thousands;the Lord is among them; Sinai is now in the sanctuary.
18 You ascended on high, leading a host of captives in your trainand receiving gifts among men,even among the rebellious, that the Lord God may dwell there.