Jerusalem! Jerusalem! that slayeth the prophets, and stoneth them that have been sent unto her,—how often, would I have gathered thy children, like as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings,—and ye would not!
Then was the heart of the king of Syria disquieted concerning this thing,—and he called his servants, and said unto them, Will ye not tell me, who of our men are for the king of Israel?