Poems on the Passion of Christ

Cancellation is very scary, cancellation is in vain, Ah, the verb is terrible for sight and hearing. King of heaven and all earth, Creator of all the world, From the fiercest beast betrayed by the fiercest, From Judas he was cursed by the Jewish regiment, Lamb Prey to the bloodthirsty wolf. I am saddened in my soul, seeing the cup of death, Cries with bloody sweat, oh, for our malice. Carrying our sins falls to the ground, He raised his eyes to heaven, “Father!” exclaims. But He did not say: “This is My beloved Son.” Not to Tabor, but to Golgotha, led There is Peter, saying: “It is good for us to be here,” Only Yuda with a howl, seeking to kill; He, who has no flattery in Him, kisses him flatteringly, Tako betrays the animal-like Jew. Him, tied with chains, dragged Along the way and to the wrong judges. You unjustly condemned him to death And through much torment I nailed it to the Cross. Behold, everyone, the instruments of murder and torment: Rope, scourge, pillar, spear, iron hands. Look, since it is evil and dishonest for you, the Suffered One, Like you with glory, crowned with honor. This is in vain, cry, sigh, be touched, Not like a soulless stone. The stone, having seen the death of the Creator, disintegrated, The earth is full of horror, greatly shaken, Every creature has changed and is filled with fear, The torment on the Cross is visible and removed from the Cross; Come and kiss in the Tomb laid, Kiss your heart and lips for you. Killed. And you will come here, young boys, In detail, you will use cruel weapons. Having received it, we go before the Most Pure Body. I am the first to fall with humility And the honest one will earnestly accept the faith. Behold, I will accept the hand of a soldier from you, The first Creator began to create torment. Command me to take the whip and the rod. Give me a pillar with zeal, I pray. I bow down and accept this crown of thorns, The new King of Judea was crowned with him Even if I gave God a reproach, With fear I accept the cane as a given scepter. Nails pierced the face and nose Jesus, I accept four-numbered. Mlat, painfully nailing Christ to the Cross, With a kiss, I will carry you kindly. I bow my head to the reed and humility, I accept the sweet with bile and full of joy. Dearest gold, most honest silver, I take the copy that perforated Christ’s ribs. I dare to carry the bed for you as godfather, You rested on it, my Creator and God. Let us come before the Most Pure Body, Glorifying the funeral song, everyone exclaims: “Noble Joseph”, etc. Listen, O every pious man, What did the wicked Jewish council do? The nights of the sons are in the nights of Christ, I mercilessly tied them with ropes. Woe! They tied up the Lamb, a gentle being, For you, O man, making a sacrifice. They made a chick in heaven from the ropes of the net. Catching the Virgin of the Most Pure Firstborn She gently wrapped him in swaddling clothes, The military hand tied the horse with the firmest. The flower of Jesse is knitted in the middle of the garden, The most pure class of Mary the Fruit is knitted. Oh, evil Yudo, you are placing your rope on the Lord, Soon you will find out the rope on your neck; Advertise: I do not accept fame from people, Christ, today dishonor exceeds Ti's head. You have the power to knit, decide; Why did you allow yourself to be so humiliated? Ah, the warrior's ferocity draws you mercilessly; The seed falls blessedly on the path. Israel was driven out of Egypt overnight by Him, He gave himself up to Israel in chains at night. O Jesus, now fiercely bound by ropes, Yes, I will always be attached to love! Jesus Anna appeared before the high priest, Unmercifully grafted in by my hand. His holy face shines like the sun, The iron hand darkens blueness, The meek and silent one strikes loudly, Will he prophesy: “Why are you beating Me?”, he will tempt you. The silent God of the whole Body bears ulcers, For she is covered with clothes as much as possible. It is impossible to cover the bright face, That hand of his, oh, it hurts ungodly. Five fingers mean five great wounds, Before time it will appear smooth on the face. Niva good Christ is - so the Church says, The iron hand screams, death stings. The cornerstone hits the stone with iron Dark people, may the flame illuminate them. He who does not see the truth is blinded by malice, Search for that one with your hands, forced by yourself. O Sweetest Jesus, Belly of all life, You showed your cheek to all the reproaches. The face of the most holy Ti was not forbidden by the beat; Do not forbid us to see Your face in the sky! The hand of the face of Christ screamed vehemently, The scourge and the rod all holyly screamed at the Body. Yell, Jewish malice, but you won’t be reaped, From there we will eat the Heavenly Bread. You will execute the Benefactor, in Whom there is no crime, You teach eternal Wisdom out of your stupidity. It is not by your strength that he stands naked, But love is kindled for those who love themselves. Who will please the anger of the Jews, Like a sweet mountain, create coolness. Ah, not to know the Most Pure One behind the ulcers of the Body, They embed the whip and rods, alas, into the flesh until it turns green. Already the holy bones are seen in him, I wasted away everything because of my fierce anger. From the top of the honest head to the holy foot They left no place intact for Christ God. Look with your mind, man, at the Son of God, Kako is knee-deep in pure Si2 Blood. Rtsi with tenderness: alas, God’s Word, For my sin, Thy dearest forge was born, For me, ungrateful, woe, alas, woe, The most pure blood spilled, like the Red Sea. Immersing Pharaoh's horns in the sea, Drown our many sins in Your Blood; Lead us pure to the promised land, In the heavenly villages I have prepared for everyone! The solid pillar, the Head of the Church, called Christ God, Tied mercilessly to this pillar. We miss the blessing from the holy hand, The back is knitted with a lot of flour. In ancient times the pillar was clothed in the day, but in the night it was a pillar of fire He was a leader when he was taken from captivity Israel; now he is a pillar of God’s captivity, Whenever you are attached to him. Oh, there is so much anger! Lead them on dry land, they're going wild, They did it in the Blood of God, wanting to kill. Come here, Judo, and wash yourself with it The bread was salted and eaten, inscribed in the Blood of Christ. Strike Christ a stone no longer in the desert, For Blood, not water. O mercy! On some earth with a pillar you cannot shake, Seeing the Creator is tormented, why won’t you be shocked? The people who of old heard the voice from God in the pillar, Let him not hear, blocking his lips with blood. On the pillars of Solomon the king of the cedars reigns, The King of Heaven, tied to a stone, is in poverty. O our Sweet Jesus, wise Solomon, O dearest Christ, strongest Samuone, Destroy this pillar, slay Your enemies, May Thy mercy perish in the age of nakedness. When Jesus was separated from the pillar, The mind, as if passions have already been freed. But still the thorn pierces the head deeply, And Christ “returned to passion” - exclaims. Oh, if only someone would give me a sea of tears, I would have exhausted the disease, so much in sight, soon. Ah, the most holy eyes are drowning in Blood, The face is holy and the ears are swimming with blood. The same king of gold gives diadems Crowned with a crown of thorns, ah, Tormented One. The trees are thorns; the throne of God is the head of the king. Bloodied in the thorns God makes the rose blush. The most holy head is surrounded by a crown, God will spin the whole world, peace and news, The head of His circle of the world rules, Who knows: is it the thorns that pierces the world? Shall thorns grow on the ground to cover a head? All beings are raised to glory. Let no man be wounded by thorns God puts His feet on His head. Confession, like the news of the Gospel Christ, the grain of heaven, has now fallen among the thorns. “You will be crowned in sorrow” - Isaiah; Now everyone is visible with their faces. You joyfully crown a person with honor, You yourself are desecrated, you take away the royal title. And the crown is rooted on your head, Remember the glory given to you by man. Christ, wearing a diadem of thorns, Give us a heavenly crown with the saints! King by king, Christ our God, Now dressed in stinking scarlet And to dishonor the reed is taken to the right hand. In the fortress there is that right hand forever Nowadays she is honored with a cane. We, as human beings, are shaken by a reed; Let us be constant, God keeps The image of impermanence creates Falling to his knees: “King of the Jews, Rejoice! - verbally, they don’t know the Tsar; Those who do not believe in the truth confess in anger. The kings rejoice, reigning peacefully; You, our King, are crying, You are colorful, like beads, tear off the purple, Floating cry the holy apple. Why do you cry when you “rejoice!” they say? Cries: for words are spat upon, They hit your ears and hit your cheeks. There is no vision of kindness for our light. Not knowing that the King is a king, Without knowing it, I’m still not on the godfather’s front, But in a stinking place of torment No one can envy this kingdom; These are four nails, They pierced Christ’s hand and nose. Plowed the saints both on the nose and on the hand, Add a lot of flour to the muce. Who opens the almighty hand, The good will saturates all animals, Having nailed that hand, they held it with nails, So that the generous God may be rewarded with generosity. But the obstacle does not help the evil ones, He gives John to his mother for her son, “Woman, behold your son, behold your mother,” - The son of destruction nails the Creator's hand, Yes, the world will not be saved. It is the Physician who creates the salvation of all, He doesn’t want all sinners to die Nailed hand shakes the earth, It rends the veil and terrifies all creation. In the right hand are wealth, glory, Nails, like keys, ulcers... We didn’t gain wealth for ourselves, but for us. With this tribute to the Cross God is fiercer The king of disease on the cross front Advice to the wicked of the vile Pilate. You must wash your whore hand and tongue, You want to nail your thoughts to the Cross. The king of heaven is punished in a dream, without being punished, It is better for the earthly Caesar to be assured. This, O every man, may you heed, You are blaming sleep on yourself for the same punishment. They are the cornerstone tinder stone tormentors Dearest adamant sim mlata The Lamb became drenched in the Blood Mother has a broken heart, When the sound of this hammer is more audible. How many blows, so many swords Always mercilessly crucifying your faces. Mental paradise, our Jesus, From the four plagues he brought forth four rivers for us. You, man, have an iron oar, Just keep four things in mind constantly: Death, judgment, hell and kingdom, Grief is drunk through this cane. Drinking sweet water in the desert, He drinks bitter bile and drinks it. Oh, unmerciful The whole world inevitably rests in it! Now Jesus knows the sorrows of the world. Having tasted it Himself, God died The sea revel in the sweetness of the stream, From the abundance of the house, which is also cruel, Drinking dissolves poisons in bile. God bore all the passions, and you are dying. Don’t advertise “it’s done!” to the Cross Dondezhe was not drunk with your poison. Don't you think about peace, what God thirsts for, Yes, a person quenches his thirst with tears. Imitate, O man, the wise Magdalene, The same words she spoke before now. The tears flow as one; drink currents of tears! Cane... 2 Christ was killed The copy of death is eternal life for us Dearest treasure above gold and silver, The Hedgehog Jesus gave us a rib today. Let men see that God is all things, If you wish, the warrior will open it with a spear. Not with a rod, but with a spear of stone Give us the current of life Jesus It is against nature that God makes a scribe for Himself, In the lower abdomen he will inscribe a letter of death. Above nature, like a blinded warrior, Body and mind blinded by the eye of anger, Then both eyes become clearly illuminated. Give the bitter ulcer to the enraged Christ, O sweet Jesus, sorrow itself You exude untold sweetness to us. Sweetness, but not everyone's sweetness: We have more than honey and honeycomb for the faithful. Drive, drive in the world when it melts away, Do not betray us, Jesus, do not see Thy famine And do not send us into the fire to eternal hell. May Gehenna be extinguished through the Blood of Ti and water, The faithful from her will be eternal through the Blood All the passing illnesses of Christ are looming, Rest your mind on Jesus' bed of the cross, How did you rest on it, who can speak? It is laid with nails, so that it does not go bankrupt. Oh, who doesn’t fancy this bed of passion! They laid it down so that our God might sleep on the bounty. Ah, the bed is not soft, ah, the bed is sharp, You rested on it painfully, O God! Ah, from paradise for the crime of the tree The serpent was exposed with charming advice; You cover me naked, Dress yourself in light! Thou art full of the abysses of the world of vanities The cross is your refuge today Until now you have not been chalked where you lay your heads, Here he deigned to live in peaceless peace. The world is peaceful until they die with bile, From death's sleep with a sharp spear Oh, fierce diseases, whoever can utter them, Even for me, a sinner, you endured, O God! See this, man and everyone reason, Yes, no one to the passions of passions Don’t tie God to your own evil; Don’t hit the cheek, you greedy steal what belongs to others; Do not condemn with rods, unjust judge; Do not pierce the heads with thorns, Don’t put the cane in your hand, you fickle one; And don’t spit your hair out with nasty words; Do not stifle your ears, stealing what is alien with your hands; Have a cold-free apple in your eyes, Do not lay the stinking scarlet on God; Don’t pierce your heart with a copy; Christ bore plagues for all his evil deeds. Oh, who will confess the power of the disease to the bitter end? The stars in the heavenly courtyard are considered first, First, fractional drops will be counted in mori. No one can count this in life, What passions and illnesses God endured for us. The Passion and the Cross are overwhelming in everyone’s mind, On it God deigned to die for us all. 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