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.
13. Now I wave my hand over them, and they become plunder for their own servants. Thus you shall know that the Lord of hosts has sent me.
14. Sing and rejoice, daughter Zion! Now, I am coming to dwell in your midst—oracle of the Lord.
15. Many nations will bind themselves to the Lord on that day. They will be my people, and I will dwell in your midst. Then you shall know that the Lord of hosts has sent me to you.
16. The Lord will inherit Judah as his portion of the holy land, and the Lord will again choose Jerusalem.
17. Silence, all people, in the presence of the Lord, who stirs forth from his holy dwelling.