[7] Deliver thyself, O Zion, that dwellest with the daughter of Babylon. [8] For thus saith the LORD of hosts; After the glory hath he sent me unto the nations which spoiled you: for he that toucheth the apple of his eye. [9] For, behold, I will shake mine hand upon them, and they shall be a spoil and ye shall know that the LORD of hosts hath sent me. [10] Sing and rejoice, O daughter of Zion: for, lo, I come, and I will dwell in the midst of thee, saith the LORD.