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Interlude: An Appeal to the Exiles

Up, up, flee from the northern land, says the Lord, for I have spread you abroad like the four winds of heaven, says the Lord.

Deliver yourself, O Zion, you who live with the daughter of Babylon. For thus says the Lord of Hosts: He has sent Me after glory to the nations which plunder you, for he who touches you touches the apple of His eye.

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