When the Almighty scattered kings in her, it snowed on Zalmon.
You have ascended on high. You have led away captives. You have received gifts among people, yes, among the rebellious also, that Yah God might dwell there.
But God will strike through the head of his enemies, the hairy scalp of such a one as still continues in his guiltiness.
They have seen your processions, God, even the processions of my God, my King, into the sanctuary.
“Bless God in the congregations, even the Lord in the assembly of Israel!”