“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who have been sent to it! How (posakis | ποσάκις | adverb) often I wanted to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you did not want it!
“Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those who are sent to you! How (posakis | ποσάκις | adverb) often have I wanted to gather your children together as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!
Then Peter came to Jesus and said, “Lord, how (posakis | ποσάκις | adverb) often must I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?”
They will lament, “Alas, alas, O great city, clothed in fine linen, purple (porphyroun | πορφυροῦν | acc sg neut), and scarlet, glittering with gold, precious stones, and pearls!
The woman was clothed in purple (porphyroun | πορφυροῦν | acc sg neut) and scarlet, and adorned with gold and jewels and pearls. In her hand she held a golden cup full of abominations, the impurities of her fornication.
And the soldiers twisted some thorns into a crown and placed it on his head, and they threw a purple (porphyroun | πορφυροῦν | acc sg neut) robe around him.
And a certain woman, named Lydia, a seller (porphyropōlis | πορφυρόπωλις | nom sg fem) of purple cloths from the city of Thyatira, a worshipper of God, listened; and the Lord opened her heart to respond to what was said by Paul.
