Salmos 68

Those who sat at the gate spoke against me, and those who drank wine made me their song.

Bien que fuisteis echados entre los tiestos, seréis como las alas de la paloma cubierta de plata, y sus plumas con amarillez de oro.

Though ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.

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