English poem
Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side
by John Donne
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For I have sinned, and sinned, 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 killed once an inglorious man, but I Crucify him daily, being now glorified. Oh 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.
More by John Donne
- Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Play's Last Scene, Here Heavens Appoint
- Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow
- Holy Sonnet VIII: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified
- Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud
- Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On?
- Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?
- Holy Sonnet XIX: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One
- Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest