¹¹ The Lord announces the word,
    and the women who proclaim it are a mighty throng:^(A)
12 “Kings and armies flee^(B) in haste;
    the women at home divide the plunder.^(C)
13 Even while you sleep among the sheep pens,^[a](D)
    the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver,
    its feathers with shining gold.”