Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me: for my soul trusts in you: yea, in the shadow of your wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities pass over.
For thus says the LORD of hosts; After the glory of his deliverance he has sent me to the nations which plundered you: for he who touches you touches the apple of his eye.
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets, and stone those who are sent to you, how often would I have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you would not!
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which kills the prophets, and stones those who are sent to you; how often would I have gathered your children together, as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you would not!