³⁷ O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills prophets, and stones those who are sent to you! How often would I have gathered your children together, as the hen gathers her chicks under her wings. But you would not. ³⁸ Behold, your habitation shall be left to you desolate. ³⁹ For I say to you, you will not see me henceforth until you say, Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.