THE CANTICLE OF THE PASSION
My friends and My neighbors * have drawn near and stood against Me.
I was delivered up and came not forth; * My eyes languished through poverty.
And my sweat became as drops of blood, * trickling down and upon the ground.
For many dogs have encompassed Me * the council of the malignant hath besieged Me.
I have given My body to the strikers * and My cheeks to them that plucked them.
I have not turned away My face from them that rebuked Me * and spit upon Me.
For I am ready for scourges, * and My sorrow is continually before Me.
The soldiers, plaiting a crown of thorns, placed it upon My head.
They have dug My hands and feet; * they have numbered all My bones.
And they gave Me gall for My food; * and in My thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
All they that saw Me laughed Me to scorn; * they have spoken with lips and wagged their heads.
They have looked and stared upon Me; * they parted My garments among them and upon My vesture they cast lots.
Into Thy hands I commend My spirit; * Thou has redeemed me, O God of truth.
Be mindful, O Lord, of Thy servants, * when Thou shalt come into Thy kingdom.
And Jesus having cried out with a loud voice * gave up the ghost.
The mercies of the Lord * I will sing for all eternity.
Surely He hath borne our infirmities * and carried our sorrows.
He was bruised for our sins.
All we, like sheep, have gone astray; * every one hath turned aside into his own way.
For the Lord hath placed upon him * the iniquities of us all.
Arise, why sleepest Thou, O Lord? * Arise and cast us not off to the end.
Behold, God is my Saviour, * I will deal confidently, and will not fear.
We beseech Thee, O Lord, help Thy servants * whom Thou hast redeemed with Thy Precious Blood.
V. Have mercy on us, O benign Jesus.
R. Who in Thy clemency didst suffer for us.
Look down, we beseech Thee, O Lord, on this Thy family for which Our Lord Jesus Christ did not hesitate to be delivered into the hands of the wicked, and suffer the torments of the Cross