John Donne (Джон Донн)

Holy Sonnet 11. Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side

Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,
For I have sinn'd, and sinne', and only He,
Who could do no iniquity, hath died.
But by my death can not be satisfied
My sins, which pass the Jews' impiety.
They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I
Crucify him daily, being now glorified.
O let me then His strange love still admire;
Kings pardon, but He bore our punishment;
And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire,
But to supplant, and with gainful intent;
God clothed Himself in vile man's flesh, that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe.

1. Holy Sonnet 9. If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
2. Holy Sonnet 18. Show me, dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear
3. Holy Sonnet 8. If faithful souls be alike glorified
4. Holy Sonnet 15. Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest
5. Holy Sonnet 12. Why are we by all creatures waited on?

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