⁶ not unto many peoples, deep of lip and heavy of tongue, whose words thou dost not understand. If I had not sent thee unto them -- they, they do hearken unto thee,

¹³ while you sleep among the campfires, the wings of a dove sheathed with silver, her feathers with shining gold.

¹⁴ When the Almighty scattered kings in her, it snowed on Zalmon.