23 37 'O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that murders the prophets and stones the messengers sent to her! How often have I longed to gather your children, as a hen gathers her brood under her wings; but you would not let me. 23 38 [ 1Kgs.9.7-8, Jr.22.5. ] Look, look! there is your temple, forsaken by God. Or: Look, your home is desolate. Some witnesses add: and laid waste. 23 39 [ Ps.118.26. ] And I tell you, you shall never see me until the time when you say, "Blessings on him who comes in the name of the Lord." '