Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, <br />Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, <br />For I have sinned, and sinned, and only he <br />Who could do no iniquity hath died: <br />But by my death can not be satisfied <br />My sins, which pass the Jews' impiety: <br />They killed once an inglorious man, but I <br />Crucify him daily, being now glorified. <br />Oh let me, then, his strange love still admire: <br />Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment. <br />And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire <br />But to supplant, and with gainful intent: <br />God clothed himself in vile man's flesh, that so <br />He might be weak enough to suffer woe.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-xi-spit-in-my-face-you-jews-and-pierce-my-side/
