O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, slaying the prophets and stoning those who have been sent to you! How often I would fain have gathered your children as a fowl gathers her brood under her wings! But you would not have it!

But the news of him spread abroad more and more; large crowds gathered to hear him and to be healed of their complaints,

each tree is known by its fruit. Figs are not gathered from thorns, and grapes are not plucked from a bramble-bush.

So they got up and returned that very hour to Jerusalem, where they found the eleven and their friends all gathered,