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āJerusalem, 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, and you were not willing.
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Look, your house is left to you desolate. I tell you, you will not see me again until you say, āBlessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.ā[a]ā