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Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side by John Donne

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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:
*** clothed himself in vile man’s flesh, that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe.

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Published in John Donne Poems