O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! . . . But turning to them Jesus said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.
Luke 13:34; 23:28 ESV
With plinth and pilaster of regal stone
Impenetrable fort, impregnable terrace
Oft I have longed to draw thee close
Like a hen with chicks to care
What folly thou doth attend to sow
The rebellious seeds of thine own ruin
You call evil what is thy good
And good, what is thy greatest crime
Shed tears now as pledge! Break stone hearts!
While stone lie untouched upon stone
Around your terraces of lief and woe