Rotherham(i)
6 Ho! ho! flee ye, therefore, out of the land of the North, urgeth Yahweh. For, as the four winds of the heavens, have I spread you abroad, declareth Yahweh.
7 Ho! Zion, deliver thyself,––thou that dwellest with the daughter of Babylon. For,
8 Thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, For his own honour, hath he sent me unto the nations that are spoiling you,––Surely, he that toucheth you, toucheth the pupil of mine eye.
9 For behold me! brandishing my hand over them, and they shall become a spoil unto their own slaves,––and ye shall know that, Yahweh of hosts, hath sent me.
10 Sing out and rejoice, O daughter of Zion,––For behold me! coming in, and I will make my habitation in thy midst, declareth Yahweh. 11 Then shall many nations, join themselves, unto Yahweh, in that day, and shall become my people,––and I will make my habitation in thy midst, so shalt thou know that, Yahweh of hosts, hath sent me unto thee.
10 Sing out and rejoice, O daughter of Zion,––For behold me! coming in, and I will make my habitation in thy midst, declareth Yahweh. 11 Then shall many nations, join themselves, unto Yahweh, in that day, and shall become my people,––and I will make my habitation in thy midst, so shalt thou know that, Yahweh of hosts, hath sent me unto thee.