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.