Up! Up! Flee from the land of the north—oracle of the LORD;—For like the four winds of heaven I have dispersed you—oracle of the LORD. Up, Zion! Escape, you who dwell in daughter Babylon! 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.
Zechariah 2:10–12