To the chief musician. Do not destroy. A secret treasure of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be gracious to me, for my soul seeks refuge in You; yea, in the shadow of Your wings I will seek refuge, until the destructions pass over.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! The one killing the prophets, and stoning the ones having been sent to her, how often I desired to gather your children in the way a hen gathers her brood under the wings, and you did not desire it.
through which have been given as a gift to us the very great and precious promises, so that through these we might become partakers of the divine nature, having escaped from the corruption in the world by lust.
See what manner of love the Father has given us, that we may be called children of God. Because of this the world does not know us, because it did not know Him.