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.'”