"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not! (38) Behold, your house is left unto you desolate."
Having much exceeded the limits to be observed in a work of this kind, in this Chapter, I reserve the comment on those verses to Luke 13:34. Where we meet with the same pathetic lamentation of Christ.