LEB(i)
7 "Woe, Zion! Escape, you inhabitants of the daughter of Babylon!"
8 For thus said Yahweh of hosts, after glory* he sent me against the nations plundering you: Truly, the one touching you is touching the apple* of his eye.
9 "Yes, look! I am going to wave my hand against them, and they will become plunder for their servants, and you will know that Yahweh of hosts has sent me.