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