This is Donne, and follows both yesterday’s poem and today’s scripture text.
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.
O 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 man’s flesh, that so
He might be weake enough to suffer woe.John Donne.
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