I will open my mouth in a parable: I will utter dark sayings of old:
That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.
He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killest the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee; how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings, and ye would not!
Wherefore Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people with his own blood, suffered without the gate.