Lament over Jerusalem
37 1āO Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that
2kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often would I have
3gathered
4your children together
5as a hen gathers her brood
6under her wings, and
7you were not willing!
38
See,
8your house is left to you desolate.
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For I tell you, you will not see me again, until you say,
9āBlessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. āā