The kings of the enemies' armies, they flee, they flee! She who tarries at home divides the spoil [left behind].
Kings of armies did flee apace: And she that tarried at home divided the spoil.
Kings of armies flee, they flee; And she that tarrieth at home divideth the spoil.
“The kings of armies are on the run! The women back home divide the spoil.
And I put on a haircloth as my garment, and I became a parable to them.