Matthew 23:37 - Y'all Version Bible37 “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I would have gathered your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but y’all were not willing! Féach an chaibidilTuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 176937 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! Féach an chaibidilAmplified Bible - Classic Edition37 O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, murdering the prophets and stoning those who are sent to you! How often would I have gathered your children together as a mother fowl gathers her brood under her wings, and you refused! Féach an chaibidilAmerican Standard Version (1901)37 O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, that killeth the prophets, and stoneth them that are sent unto her! how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not! Féach an chaibidilCommon English Bible37 “Jerusalem, Jerusalem! You who kill the prophets and stone those who were sent to you. How often I wanted to gather your people together, just as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings. But you didn’t want that. Féach an chaibidilCatholic Public Domain Version37 Jerusalem, Jerusalem! You kill the prophets and stone those who have been sent to you. How often I have wanted to gather your children together, in the way that a hen gathers her young under her wings. But you were not willing! Féach an chaibidilDouay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version37 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered together thy children, as the hen doth gather her chickens under her wings, and thou wouldest not? Féach an chaibidil |
Why, when I came, was there no one? When I called, why was there no one to answer? Is my hand so short-short, that it cannot redeem? Or do I not have the power to deliver? Look, at my rebuke I dry up the sea. I make the rivers a wilderness. Their fish stink because there is no water, and die of thirst.
Again and again, I have sent all my servants the prophets to y’all, saying, ‘Every one of y’all must turn away your* evil way, amend your* deeds, and stop following after other gods to serve them. Then y’all will dwell in the land which I have given to y’all and to y’all’s ancestors.’ But y’all have not turned your* ear and obeyed me.