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11 Up, Zion! Escape, you who dwell in daughter Babylon! 12 For thus says the Lord of hosts after the Lord’s glory had sent me, concerning the nations that have plundered you: Whoever strikes you strikes me directly in the eye.(A) 13 Now I wave my hand over them, and they become plunder for their own servants.(B) Thus you shall know that the Lord of hosts has sent me.

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