The Lament over Jerusalem.^* 37^r “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how many times I yearned to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her young under her wings, but you were unwilling!^s 38^t Behold, your house will be abandoned, desolate. 39^u I tell you, you will not see me again until you say, ‘Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.’”