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11 Away, away! Escape to Zion,
    you who presently live in daughter Babylon.
12 For thus said the Lord of hosts
    after he sent me forth,
    in regard to the nations that plundered you:
Whoever touches you
    touches the apple of my eye.
13 Behold, I will wave my hand over them,
    and they will be plunder
    for those they have enslaved.
Thus you will know
    that the Lord of hosts has sent me.

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