the earth trembled, and the heavens poured rain before you, the God of Sinai, before God, the God of Israel.
You sent abundant rain, O God, to refresh the weary Promised Land.
There your people finally settled, and with a bountiful harvest, O God, you provided for your needy people.
The Lord announces victory, and throngs of women shout the happy news.
Enemy kings and their armies flee, while the women of Israel divide the plunder.
Though they lived among the sheepfolds, now they are covered with silver and gold, as a dove is covered by its wings.
The Almighty scattered the enemy kings like a blowing snowstorm on Mount Zalmon.
The majestic mountains of Bashan stretch high into the sky.
Why do you look with envy, O rugged mountains, at Mount Zion, where God has chosen to live, where the LORD himself will live forever?
Surrounded by unnumbered thousands of chariots, the Lord came from Mount Sinai into his sanctuary.
When you ascended to the heights, you led a crowd of captives. You received gifts from the people, even from those who rebelled against you. Now the LORD God will live among us here.