XI.

Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoffe, scourge, and crucifie mee, For I have sinn'd, and sinn'd, and onely hee, Who could do no iniquitie, hath dyed: But by my death can not be satisfied 5 My sinnes, which passe the Jewes impiety: They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I Crucifie him daily, being now glorified. Oh let mee then, his strange love still admire: Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment. 10 And _Iacob_ came cloth'd in vile harsh attire But to supplant, and with gainfull intent: God cloth'd himselfe in vile mans flesh, that so Hee might be weake enough to suffer woe.

[XI. _1635-69:_ VII. _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _&c.:_ _omitted_ _B_, _S96:_ _added among_ Other Meditations. _O'F:_ XIII. _W_]

[3 onely] humbly _W_]

[6 impiety] iniquitye _D_, _H49_]

[8 glorified.] glorified; _1633_]

[12 intent:] intent _1633_]