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37 "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets
and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather
your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under
her wings, but you were not willing.
38 Look, your house is left to you desolate.
39 For I tell you, you will not see me again until you say,
'Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.'" |