Spit in my face you Jewes and pierce my side Holy Sonnet XI
Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoffe, scourge, and crucifie mee,
For I have sinn'd, and sinn'd, and onely hee,
Who could do no iniquitie, hath
dyed:
But by my death can not be satisfied
My sinnes, which passe the Jewes
impiety:
They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I
Crucifie him daily,
being now glorified.
Oh let mee then, his strange love still admire:
Kings
pardon, but he bore our punishment.
And Jacob came cloth'd in vile harsh
attire
But to supplant, and with gainfull intent:
God cloth'd himselfe in
vile mans flesh, that so
Hee might be weake enought to suffer woe.