6 O, O flee from the land of the North, says the Lord, for I have scattered you into the four winds of heaven, says the Lord.
7 O Zion, flee, you who dwell with the daughter of Babylon.
8 For thus says the Lord of hosts: After the glory, he has sent me to the Gentiles, which have despoiled you. For he who touches you, touches the pupil of my eye.
9 For behold, I lift up my hand over them, and they will be a prey to those who had served them. And you will know that the Lord of hosts has sent me.
10 Sing praise and rejoice, daughter of Zion. For behold, I approach, and I will dwell in your midst, says the Lord.
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