Song of the Sorrowful Mother
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
Lo, we have seen Him, and there is no beauty in Him, nor comeliness. He is despised and rejected, a man of sorrows, His face full of grief. He is worn out by suffering, like one in whose presence the people hide their faces. He is scorned and disdained. His appearance is that of one tortured beyond human endurance. And yet He is fairer than all the sons of men, and by His wounds we are healed.
Turn not Your face away from us, and withdraw not from Your servants in Your anger.
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