I will open my mouth in a parable; I will utter dark sayings of old,
There was the true light, (even the light) which lighteth every man, coming into the world.
He was in the world, and the world was made through him, and the world knew him not.
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 own brood under her wings, and ye would not!
Wherefore Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people through his own blood, suffered without the gate.