37. O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you that kill the prophets, and stone them which are sent unto you, how often would I have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathers her chickens under her wings, and you would not!
38. Behold, your house is left unto you desolate.
39. For I say unto you, you shall not see me again, till you shall say, Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.