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Up! Escape to Zion, you who live with daughter Babylon. For thus said the Lord of hosts after his glory sent me to the nations who plundered you: Truly, one who touches you touches the apple of my eye.[a](A) For I am going to raise[b] my hand against them, and they shall become plunder for their own slaves. Then you will know that the Lord of hosts has sent me.(B)

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  1. 2.8 Heb his eye
  2. 2.9 Or wave