34 “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!
35 Look, your house is left to you desolate.
I tell you, you will not see me again until you say,
‘Blessed is he who comes in
the name of the Lord.'”