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[a]Ho there! (A)Flee from the land of the north,” declares Yahweh, “for I have (B)dispersed you as the four winds of the heavens,” declares Yahweh. “Woe, Zion! (C)Escape, you who are living with the daughter of Babylon.” For thus says Yahweh of hosts, “After [b](D)glory He has sent Me against the nations which have taken you as spoil, for he who touches you, touches the [c](E)apple of His eye.

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Footnotes

  1. Zechariah 2:6 Lit Ho! Ho!, Woe! Woe!; cf. 2:7
  2. Zechariah 2:8 Or the glory
  3. Zechariah 2:8 Lit pupil