Jesus (to the people in the crowd):
Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for Me.
Weep instead for yourselves and weep for your children.
Days are coming when people will say, “Blessed are the infertile; blessed are the wombs that never bore a child; blessed are the breasts that never nursed an infant.”
People will beg the mountains, “Surround us!” They'll plead with the hills, “Cover us!”
For if they treat Me like this when I'm like green unseasoned wood, what will they do to a nation that's ready to burn like seasoned firewood?
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