³ I trained him from infancy, I taught him to walk, I held him in my arms. But he doesn’t know or even care that it was I who raised him.

⁴ “As a man would lead his favorite ox,^[a] so I led Israel with my ropes of love. I loosened his muzzle so he could eat. I myself have stooped and fed him.

¹⁵ “Never! Can a mother forget her little child and not have love for her own son? Yet even if that should be, I will not forget you.

³⁷ “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones all those God sends to her! How often I have wanted to gather your children together as a hen gathers her chicks beneath her wings, but you wouldn’t let me.