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The Dispute between Mary and the Cross

Disputacio inter Mariam et Crucem secundum Apocrafum. 1
 
 
 
 
 
 
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                     1
Oure Ladi freo · on Rode-treo
     Made hire mone.
Heo seide, "On the · the Fruit of me
     Is wo-bigon!
Mi Fruit I seo · in blodi bleo
     Among His fon!
Serwe I seo · the veines fleo
     From blodi bon!
     Tre, thou dost no trouthe
   On a pillori my Fruit to pinne!
   He hath no spot of Adam sinne.
   Flesch and veines nou fleo atwinne!
     Wherfore I rede of routhe.
 
                     2
"Cros, thi bondes schul ben blamed —
Mi fayre Fruit thou hast bigyled.
The Fruites Mooder was nevere afamed —
Mi wombe is feir, founden unfuyled.
Chyld, whi artou not aschamed
On a pillori to ben ipiled?
Grete theves thus weore gramed,
And dyede for heore werkes wyled.
     In mournyng I may melte!
   My Fruit, that is so holi halwed,
   In a feeld is fouled and falwed;
   With grete theves He is galwed,
     And dyeth for monnes gelte.
 
                     3
"For grete theves galwes were greid,
That ever to robbyng ronnen ryf;
Whi schal my Sone on the beo leid,
That never nuyyed mon nor wyf?
A drinke of deth, sothliche seid,
Cros, thou yevest the Lord of Lyf;
His veynes tobursten with thi breid.
Mi Fruit stont nou in a strong stryf!
     Blod from hed is hayled,
   Fouled is my fayre Fruit,
   That never dude tripet ne truit;
   With theves that loveden ryot and ruit,
     Whi schal my Sone be nayled?
 
                     4
"Thorwh jugement thou art enjoynet
To bere fooles ful of sinne;
Mi Sone from the schulde beon ensoynet,
And nevere His blod uppon the rinne.
But nou is Truthe with tresun teynet,
With theoves to honge fer in fenne,
With feole nayles His limes ben feynet.
A careful Moder men mai me kenne!
     In bales I am bounde.
   That Brid was of a Mayden born,
   On a theoves tre is al totorn;
   A broche thorwout His brest born
     His holi herte hath wounde.
 
                     5
"Tre, thou art loked bi the lawe
Theoves, traitours on the to deye;
But now is Trouthe with tresun drawe,
And Vertu falleth in vices weye;
But Love and Treuthe, in sothfast sawe,
On a Treo traytours hem teye;
Vertu is with vices slawe;
Of alle vertues Crist is keye.
     Vertu, swettore then spices,
   In fot and hond bereth blodi prikke;
   His hed is ful of thornes thikke;
   The Goode hongeth among the wikke;
     Vertu dyeth with vices!
 
                     6
"Cros, unkynde thou schalt be ked,
Mi Sone Stepmoder I the calle:
Mi Brid was born with beestes on bed,
And be my flesch my Flour gan falle;
With my brestes my Brid I fed;
Cros, thou yevest Him eysel and galle!
My White Rose red is spred,
That fostred was in fodderes stalle.
     Feet and fayre hondes,
   That nou ben croised, I custe hem ofte,
   I lulled hem, I leid hem softe.
   Cros, thou holdest hem hihe on lofte,
     Bounden in bledyng bondes!
 
                     7
"Mi Love ilolled up in thy leyr!
With cradel bond I gan Him bynde.
Cros, He stiketh nou on thi steir,
Naked ayeyn the wylde wynde.
Foules fourmen heor nestes in eyr,
Foxes in den reste thei fynde,
Bot Godes Sone, in hevene Heir,
His hed nou holdeth on thornes tynde.
     Of mournynge I may mynne!
   Godes hed hath reste non,
   But leoneth on His scholder bon,
   The thornes thorwh His flesch gon;
     His wo I wyte hit sinne.
 
                     8
"Cros, to slen hit is thi sleiht;
Mi blody Brid thou berest fro blis.
Cros, thou holdest Him so heih on heiht
Mi Fruites feet I mai not kis!
Mi mouth I pulte, my sweore I streiht
To cusse His feet, soth thing hit is:
The Jewes from the Cros me keiht;
On me thei made heore mouwes amis.
     Heore games and heore gaudes,
   The Jewes wrouhten me ful wo.
   Cros, I fynde thou art my fo;
   Thou berest my Brid, beten blo,
     Among theose fooles fraudes!"
 
                     9
Cristes Cros yaf onswere:
"Ladi, to the I owe honour;
Thy brihte palmes nou I bere;
Mi schyning scheweth thorw thi Flour;
Thi feire Fruit on me ginneth tere;
Thi Fruit me florischeth in blod colour,
To winne the world that lay in lere;
That Blosme blomed up in thi bour.
     Ac not for the alone,
   But for to winne all this werd,
   That swelte undur the develes swerd,
   Thorw feet and hond God let Him gerd,
     To amende monnes mone.
 
                     10
"Adam dude ful huge harmes
Whon he bot a bite undur a bouh;
Wherfore thi Sone hath sprad His armes
On a Treo tyed with teone inouh;
His flesch is smite with dethes tharmes,
And swelteth heerin a swemly swouh;
His breste is bored with dethes swarmes, 2
And with His deth fro Deth He drouh
     Alle His leove freondes.
   As Ozie spac in prophecie
   And seide, 'Thi Sone, Seinte Marie —
   His deth slouh Deth on Calvarie —
     Yaf lyf withouten endes.'
 
                     11
"The stipre that is under the vyne set
May not bringe forth the grape;
Theih the Fruit on me beo knet,
His scharpe schour have I not schape.
Til grapes to the presse beo set,
Ther renneth no red wyn in rape;
Nevere presse pressed bet:
I presse wyn for kniht and knape.
     Upon a blodi brinke,
   I presse a Grape with strok and stryf;
   The rede wyn renneth ryf.
   In Samaritane God yaf a wyf
     That leof licour to drynke.
 
                     12
"Ladi, love doth the to alegge
Thi Fruit is prikked with speres ord;
On Cros, withouten knyves egge,
I kerve Fruit of Godes hord.
Al is al red, rib and rugge,
His bodi bledeth ayeyn the bord;
I was piler and bar a brugge;
God is Weie, witnesse of Word.
     God seith He is sothfast Weye:
   Mony folk slod to helle slider —
   To hevene mihte no mon thider
   Til God dyed and tauhte whider
     Men drawen whon thei deye.
 
                     13
"Moyses hath fourmed in his figour
A whit lomb — and non other beste —
Schulde be sacred ur Saveour,
And be mete of mihtes meste;
I was that cheef chargeour,
I bar flesch for folkes feste.
Jhesu Crist, ure Creatour,
His flesch fedeth lest and meste.
     Rosted ayeyn the sonne,
   On me lay the Lomb of Love —
   I was plater His bodi above,
   Til feet and hondes al toclove -
     With blood I was bironne.
 
                     14
"Yit Moyses in rule this reson rad:
Ete your lomb in sour vergeous;
Sour vergeous mai make the soule glad —
Sore serwe for sinne is your sous —
Sour vergeous maketh the devel adrad,
Fer he fleccheth fro Godes spous.
Beo a staf ye stondeth sad
Whon ye fongen flesch in Godes hous.
     That staf is Cristes Crouche:
   Stondeth stifli bi that stake
   Whon that ye fongen flesch in cake;
   Then schal no feond maystri make
     Youre soules for to touche.
 
                     15
"For pardoun scheweth be a schrine,
Brede on bord with nayl is smite;
Rede lettres write be lyne,
Bluwe, blake, among men pite. 3
Ur Lord I likne to this signe:
His bodi uppon a bord was bite,
In briht blod His bodi gan schyne;
Hou wo Him was no wight may wite,
     Red upon the Roode.
   Ur pardoun brede from top too to, 4
   Writen hit was, with wonder wo,
   With rede woundes and strokes blo,
     Ure Book was bounden in bloode.
 
                     16
"Adam stod up in stede,
In bitter galle his gost he dreint;
Ayeyn that galle God yaf us mede,
With swete merci bitter is queynt.
His bodi was Book, the Cros was brede,
Whon Crist for us theron was cleynt.
No mon gat pardoun with no bede
Weor he nevere so sely a seynt
     Til Book on bord was sprad.
   With sharpe nayles dunted and drive,
   Til feet and hondes al torive,
   His herte blod ure Book hath yive,
     To make ur gostes glad."
 
                     17
Cristes Cros yit spac this speche:
"Furst was I presse, wyn to wringe;
I bere a brugge, wei to teche,
Ther semely aungeles sitte and synge:
'Lord of Love and Lyves Leche,
For The was set sely sacrynge
To winne the world that was in wreche.'
The Cros was brede, pardoun to bringe.
     Pardoun in Book is billed.
   What is pardoun uppon to minne?
   Hit is foryivenes of dedly sinne —
   Whon blod was writen on Cristes skinne,
     Pardoun was fulfilled."
 
                     18
Oure Ladi seide, "Cros, of thi werk,
Wonder the not theih I be wrothe;
Thus seide Poule, Cristes clerk,
'The feolle Jewes, with false othe,
Jewes ston-hard in sinnes merk,
Beoten a Lomb withouten lothe,
Softur then watur undur serk,
Meode, or milk medled bothe.'
     The Jewes weoren harde stones;
   Softur then watur, or eny licour,
   Or dewz that lith on the lilie flour,
   Was Cristes bodi, in blod colour;
     The Jewes brisseden His bones.
 
                     19
"And mony a prophete gan make mon,
And seide, 'Lord, send us Thi Lomb
Out of the wildernesses ston
To fende us from the lyon cromb.'
Of mylde, Mount of Syon
Becom Mon, in a Maydens womb,
Made a bodi, with blessed bon:
In a Maidens blod Thi bodi flomb.
     At barreres weore debate:
   Thorwh stones in the wildernes,
   Men mihte better ha crepet, iwis,
   Then bored into hevene blis,
     Til blod brac up the yate.
 
                     20
"Sin monnes sone was so nedi
To beo lad with Lomb mylde,
Whi weore gylours so gredi
For to defoule my faire Childe?
Cros, whi weore thou so redi
To rende my Fruit feor in fylde?"
"Ladi, to make the devel dredi,
God schop me a scheld, schame to schilde, 5
     Til Lomb of Love dyede,
   And on me yeld the gost with vois.
   I was chose a relik chois,
   The signe of Jhesu Cristes Crois;
     Ther dar no devel abyde.
 
                     21
"Moni folk I fende from heore fos,"
Cristes Cros this sawes seide.
"Hevene yates weore keithed clos
Til the Lomb of Love deyede;
This is write in Tixt and glos.
Aftur Cristes deth prophetes preide.
Til the Lomb of Love dyed and ros,
In helle pyne monkynde was teyde.
     At houre of hiye none,
   The Lomb of Love seyde His thouht:
   'Nou is folfuld that wel is wrouht.'
   A mon is out of bondes brouht,
     And hevene dores undone!
 
                     22
"With the Fader that al schal folfille,
His Sone to hevene is an help;
I was piler and stod ful stille.
After othur yiftes now gostes yelp. 6
The fend, that all this world wolde kille,
His swerd he pulte up in his kelp;
To helle he horlede from that hille,
Beerynge as a beore whelp.
     A beore is bounden and beted;
   Cristes Cros hath craked his croun;
   The Lomb hath leid the lyoun adoun;
   The Lomb is Lord in everi toun;
     So Cristes blod hath pleted.
 
                     23
"In Holy Writ this tale is herde,
That goode yiftes God us yaf;
God seith Himself He is Schepherde,
And uche an heerde bihoveth a staf:
The Cros I calle the Heerdes yerde.
Therwith the devel a dunt He yaf,
And with the yerde, the wolf He werde;
With duntes drof him al todraf."
     The Cros this tale tolde,
   That he was staf in the Heerdes hond;
   Whon schep breken out of heore bond,
   The wolf he wered out of lond,
     That devoured Cristes folde.
 
                     24
Yit seide the meke Marie:
"Roode, thou reendest my Rose al red!
Threo Jewes coomen from Calvari
That day that Jhesu tholed ded;
Alle thei seiden thei weore sori,
Fordolled in a drouknyng dred;
Thei tolden hem alle wherfore and whi
Heore hertes were colde as lumpyng led.
     The furste heore tale tolde:
   'Whon Crist was knit with corde on a stok,
   His bodi bledde ayein that blok;
   Thorw feet and hondes, nayles gan knok.
     Then gan myn herte to colde.'
 
                     25
"The secounde seide, 'Nay, not that
That dude serwe into myn herte schete,
But whon the Roode ros and doun was squat,
The nayles renten His hondes and feete;
Thorwout His helm, the harde hat,
The thornes into His flesch gan threte;
His joyntes unjoynet I tok good gat.
Tho weop I water and teres leete —
     To care I was enclyned.
   In cloddres of blod His her was clunge;
   The flesch was from the bones swonge;
   Druiye drinkeles was His tonge;
     His lippes tocloven and chyned.'
 
                     26
"The thridde seide, 'This thouhte me lest
Of theose peynes and other mo;
This peyne thouhte me peyne mest:
Al His flesch He let of-flo!
His mylde Moder stod Him nest,
Loked upward, and hire was wo;
A swerd swapped hire thorw the brest;
Out of the Cros the knyf com tho!
     This siht sauh I myselve —
   The swerd of love thorw hire gan launce —
   Heo swapte on swownyng thorw that chaunce;
   To scornen hire thei gan daunce,
     Jewes by ten and twelve.'
 
                     27
"Sin Jewes made so muchel mon
To seon my Brid bounden in brere,
In sad serwyng moste I gon
To seon blodi my Chyldes chere!
Fadres and modres that walken in won
Schul love heore children beo skiles clere;
Theose two loves weore in me al on:
For fader and moder I was here.
     Theose two loves in me weore dalt —
   I was fader of His flesch,
   His moder hedde an herte nesch; 7
   Mi serwe flowed as water fresch;
     Weopyng and wo I walt.
 
                     28
"In me weore tacched sorwes two:
In the Fader mihte non abyde,
For He was evere in reste and ro,
Joyned in His joyes wyde.
I serwed sore, for to sei so;
I say whon that my Derlyng deyde;
With duntes He was to deth ido;
Upon a Tre His bodi was teyde.
     Whon Trouthe is told and darted,
   Of alle joyes God is welle;
   Ther mihte no serwe in Him dwelle —
   I serwed sore, as clerkes telle;
     Mi pyne was not departed.
 
                     29
"The hattore love, the caldore care,
Whon frendes fynde heore Fruit defoyled!
The dispitous Jewes nolde not spare
Til trie Fruit weore tore and toyled;
Never mayden mournede mare!
I sauh my Child ben surded and soyled —
Myn herte toclef with swerd of care —
I sauh my Brid with blod bemoyled,
     As Symeon seide beoforn.
   The swerd of serwe scharp igrounde
   Schulde yive myn herte a wounde —
   In more wo then I was bounde
     Nevere buirde hath born.
 
                     30
"The dede worthily gan wake,
The dai turned to nihtes donne,
The merke mone gan mournyng make,
The lyht outleop of the sonne,
The temple walles gan chivere and schake,
Veiles in the temple atwo thei sponne.
Cros, whi noldestou not crake
Whon rihtful blod on the was ronne?
     And kuyndes losten heore kende,
   Whon my Fruit on the was fast.
   Cros, whi weore thou not agast?
   Thow stod stif as eny mast,
     Whon Lyf left up His ende.
 
                     31
"Whon that Prince of Paradys
Bledde bothe brest and bak,
An hethene clerk was Seint Denys:
He seide: 'This world wente al to wrak!'
He sauh the planetes passen out of plais,
The briht sonne gan waxen blak;
The clerk, that was so wonderly wys,
Wonder wordes ther he spak.
     Denys, this grete clerk, seide,
   'The Day of Doom draweth to an ende,
   Al ur kuyndes hath lost ur kende,
   Til God, that dyed for uch a kuynde,
     For monneskuynde deyde.'
 
                     32
"Foules fellen out of heore fliht;
Beestes gan belwe in everi binne;
Cros, whon Crist on the was cliht,
Whi noldestou not of mournyng minne?"
The Cros seide, "Ladi briht,
I bar ones thi Fruit for monnes sinne
More to amende monnes riht
Then for eny weolthe that I gan winne.
     With blod God bouhte His brother:
   Whon Adam Godes biddyng brak,
   He bot a bite that made us blak,
   Til Fruit weore tied on Treo with tak —
     O Fruit for another!
 
                     33
"Sin Cristes Cros that kepeth yifte
Graunted of the Fadres graunt,
I was loked: I schulde uplifte
Godes Sone and Maydenes Faunt;
No mon hedde scheld of schrifte.
The devel stod lyk a lyon raumpaunt;
Mony folk he clihte to helle clifte,
Til the Crosses dunt yaf him a daunt!
     Mi dedes are bounden and booked:
   Alle the werkes that I have wrouht
   Weore founden in the Faderes forethouht;
   Therfore, Ladi, lakketh me nouht,
     I dude as me was looked.
 
                     34
"Thorw blod and watur, cristenyng was wrouht —
Holy Writ witnesseth hit wel —
And in the welle of worthi thouht,
A mon mai be cristened to soule hele.
That blod that all the world hath bouht
Digne cristenyng He gan me del;
At cristenyng Crist foryat me nouht,
His blessede blod whon I gan fel.
     Maiden, Moder, and Wyve,
   Cristes blode yaf me baptem;
   Bystreke I was with rede streme
   Whon His bodi bledde on the beem
     Of cipresse and olyve.
 
                     35
"As Jhesu seide to Nichodemus:
'But a barn be twyyes born
Whon Domusday schal blowen his bemus,
He may elles liggen loddere forlorn
Furst of a wombe — ther reuthe remus —
Siththe in a font — ther synne is schorn. 8
I was Cros to monnes quemus —
I bar the Fruit thow bar biforn
     For thi beryng alone. 9
   But yif I hedde iboren Him eft,
   From riche reste mon hedde beoreft,
   In a loren logge ileft
     Ay to grunte and grone.
 
                     36
"Thou art icrouned Hevene Quene
Thorw the burthe that thou beere;
Thi garlond is al of graces grene,
Helle Emperesse and hevene empere.
I am a relyk that shineth shene;
Men wolde wite wher that I were:
At the parlement pleyn wol I bene,
On Domesday, prestly apere.
     Whon Jhesu schal seye riht there,
   'Trewely, uppon the Roode-Tre,
   Mon, I dyede for love of the;
   Mon, what hastou don for Me
     To beon My frendly feere?'
 
                     37
"At the parlement I shul puiten up pleynyng
Hou Maydenes Fruit on me gan sterve —
Spere and spounge, and sharp nayling
Thorw the harde hat the heved gan kerve —
I shul crie to that rihtful Kyng,
Uche mon schal have as thei aserve.
Rihtful schul ryse to riche restyng;
Truyt and tripet to helle shal terve.
     Mayden, meoke and mylde,
   God hath taken in the His fleschly trene;
   I bar thi Fruit, leothi and lene;
   Hit is riht the Roode helpe to arene
     Wrecches that wraththe thi Chylde."
 
                     38
The Queen acordet with the Cros,
And ayeyn him spak no more speche;
The Queen yaf the Cros a cos,
The Ladi of Love love gan seche,
Theih hire Fruit on him were diht to dros,
Whon rendyng ropus gan Him reche.
Cristes Cros hath kept us from los,
Maries preyers, and God ur Leche!
     The Qween and the Cros acorde;
   The Qween bar furst, the Cros afturward,
   To fecche folk from helleward,
   On holy stayers to steyen upward,
     And regne with God ur Lorde.
 
                     39
The clerk that fourmed this figour
Of Maries wo, to wite som,
He saih himself that harde stour
Whon Godes armus weore rent aroum.
The Cros is a cold creatour,
And evere yit hath ben def and dom —
Theih this tale beo florisshed with faire flour,
This point I preve Apocrafum: 10
     For witnesse was never foundet
   That nevere Cristes Cros spak;
   Oure Ladi leide on him no lak;
   Bot to drive the devel abak,
     We speke hou Crist was woundet.
 
                     40
In flesshly wede · God gan Him hede
     Of mylde May;
Was bore to blede, · as Cristes Crede
     Sothly wol say.
On a stokky stede · He rod, we rede,
     In red array;
From develes drede, · that Duyk us lede
     At Domesday!
     Whon peple schal parte and pace,
   To hevene halle or to helle woode,
   Cristes Cros, and Cristes blode,
   And Marie preiers mylde and goode,
     Grant us the lyf of grace. Amen.
 
 
 
noble; Rood-tree (Cross); (see note)
complaint; (see note)
She; you (Cross); (see note)
(see note)
see; bloody state; (see note)
foes
Sorrow; separate; (see note)
bone
Cross, you perform no faithful act; (see note)
By pinning my fruit to pillory; (see note)
Adam's
now come apart
Therefore I am mournful; (see note)
 
   
bonds (i.e., nails); must be
beguiled; (see note)
Mother; defamed; (see note)
fair; undefiled
are you
stripped (lit., peeled); (see note)
punished; (see note)
their wicked deeds; (see note)
be overwhelmed; (see note)
holy and hallowed
withered; (see note)
thieves; gallowed; (see note)
dies; guilt
 
   
gallows; prepared; (see note)
Who were always bent on robbery; (see note)
should; you; laid; (see note)
harmed; (see note)
truly said
give
burst asunder; torment; (see note)
stands; violent strife; (see note)
is flowing; (see note)
(see note)
malicious trick nor wrong; (see note)
riot and disorder; (see note)
 
 
   
are legally enjoined; (see note)
To bear [only] foolish sinners
should have been excused
never [should]; run; (see note)
Truth (= Christ); contaminated; (see note)
filthily; (see note)
cruel; falsified; (see note)
Mother full of care; call
woes
Child; Virgin; (see note)
completely torn; (see note)
spear borne through his breast; (see note)
has wounded; (see note)
 
   
bound by; (see note)
on you to die; (see note)
drawn [on the Cross]; (see note)
Virtue (= Christ); vice's path; (see note)
to tell the truth; (see note)
traitors tie them; (see note)
slain; (see note)
(see note)
sweeter than; (see note)
foot and hand; prickings; (see note)
(see note)
wicked
(see note)
 
   
unnatural; known; (see note)
call you; (see note)
Child; beasts; (see note)
from; flower; did fall; (see note)
(see note)
give; vinegar; (see note)
is covered with red (spattered)
stall of fodder (i.e., manger); (see note)
 
crossed; kissed
laid them down softly; (see note)
high aloft; (see note)
 
 
   
left to dangle; lair; (see note)
cradle cloth I used to wrap him; (see note)
sticks now upon thy staircase; (see note)
against; wind; (see note)
Birds form; (see note)
(see note)
(see note)
tined (i.e., sharp); (see note)
Of mourning I must speak!
has no rest; (see note)
(see note)
(see note)
I think it a sin; (see note)
 
   
it is your trick to slay; (see note)
bear away from joy; (see note)
high in height; (see note)
(see note)
thrust forth; neck; stretched; (see note)
kiss; (see note)
pulled; (see note)
wrongfully made menacing faces; (see note)
[With] Their; trifles; (see note)
caused me much anguish; (see note)
 
black and blue; (see note)
foolish frauds
 
   
gave answer; (see note)
you
triumphs; (see note)
brilliance shows; (see note)
does tear; (see note)
I make your Fruit flourish
is doomed to destruction; (see note)
bower (i.e., womb); (see note)
But; (see note)
world; (see note)
perishes; devil's sword; (see note)
God let Himself be stabbed; (see note)
misery
 
   
caused enormous injury; (see note)
bit a bite; bough; (see note)
As a result; spread; (see note)
injury enough; (see note)
worms (lit., entrails); (see note)
 
(see note)
He draws from Death
dear friends
Isaiah spoke; (see note)
(see note)
slew; (see note)
Gave; (see note)
 
   
post; (see note)
 
Although; is attached; (see note)
agony; inflicted
(see note)
from grape stalks; (see note)
Never did a press press better
knight and servant
 
stroke and strife
runs rife
Samaria; woman; (see note)
precious
 
   
causes you to allege; (see note)
point; (see note)
a knife's edge; (see note)
carved; from God's hoard; (see note)
back; (see note)
upon the board; (see note)
pillar; bore a bridge; (see note)
as Scripture witnesses; (see note)
(see note)
slid; slippery
go thither; (see note)
where
should go; (see note)
 
   
rhetorical figure; (see note)
beast
[likened to] our sacred Saviour; (see note)
food of most esteem
chief platter [of] that [food]; (see note)
meat; the people's feast; (see note)
(see note)
[those] least and most [in rank]; (see note)
sun
(see note)
[for] his body
[became] wholly cloven; (see note)
drenched; (see note)
 
   
commandment; decreed; (see note)
bitter juice; (see note)
(see note)
Deep sorrow for sin; sauce; (see note)
afraid; (see note)
far; flees; i.e., the soul; (see note)
By; reverently; (see note)
partake of meat
Cross; (see note)
steadily; (see note)
eucharistic bread; (see note)
gain control; (see note)
(see note)
 
   
appears by means of; (see note)
(see note)
(see note)
(see note)
liken; (see note)
stabbed/consumed (pun); (see note)
shine (as a reliquary); (see note)
How He suffered may no man know; (see note)
Red/read (pun)
(see note)
with wondrous woe; (see note)
bruising strokes; (see note)
(see note)
 
   
[his] place; (see note)
spirit; drowned
mead/reward (pun)
bitterness is quenched
wooden book-cover; (see note)
thereon was fastened; (see note)
prayer
humble a saint
displayed
pounded and driven in
completely split
has given
 
 
   
continued to speak; (see note)
(see note)
bridge to show the way
where lovely
Doctor of Life
[this] blessed sacrifice; (see note)
wretchedness; (see note)
book-cover
recorded
How is pardon defined?; (see note)
 
skin; (see note)
 
 
   
 
Be not amazed that I am upset; (see note)
Paul
treacherous; oath; (see note)
stone-hard in dark sins; (see note)
without a qualm; (see note)
[Who was] Softer; shirt
[Or] Mead; intermingled; (see note)
(see note)
any liquid; (see note)
dew; lies; (see note)
 
shattered; (see note)
 
   
did complain; (see note)
 
(see note)
defend; lion's claw; (see note)
From a gentlewoman (Mary); Zion
(see note)
Was made [into]
shone like fire; (see note)
barriers there was obstruction; (see note)
 
People; have crept, truly; (see note)
forced a way (bored)
broke open the gate
 
   
Since man's son (i.e., people); needy
led by; (see note)
beguilers so overeager
(see note)
(see note)
tear; further in filth; (see note)
in order to; fearful; (see note)
(see note)
(see note)
yielded His spirit with His final words; (see note)
chosen [to be]; precious; (see note)
 
dares; remain near
 
   
defend; foes; (see note)
saying; (see note)
gates; proclaimed shut; (see note)
(see note)
gloss (i.e., commentary); (see note)
prayed; (see note)
Until; arose; (see note)
pain; tied; (see note)
nones (three o'clock); (see note)
 
fulfilled; (see note)
(see note)
 
 
   
(see note)
 
 
 
 
thrust; clawed hand; (see note)
hurled [himself]; (see note)
Bellowing; bear cub
beaten
cracked
 
 
settled the case legally
 
   
recorded (lit., heard); (see note)
(see note)
(see note)
each shepherd must have; (see note)
Shepherd's staff
blow; gave
restrained; (see note)
blows drove him entirely away
 
(see note)
their flock (lit., bond); (see note)
drove
 
 
   
(see note)
 
Three; came; (see note)
suffered death
They all said
Mentally enfeebled by a debilitating fear; (see note)
them (i.e., each other)
lumpish lead; (see note)
 
tied; stock (= Cross)
 
were driven
did; grow cold
 
   
 
did sorrow; shoot
was set down violently
tore; (see note)
head; skull
did afflict [Him]; (see note)
[Of] His; I took heed
Then wept; tears let fall; (see note)
 
clots; hair; clumped
hanging
Dry and without drink; (see note)
split and cracked; (see note)
 
   
I thought least
others
seemed to me the most painful
allowed to be flayed off
next to Him
she was woeful
struck; (see note)
(see note)
saw
did pierce
She fell swooning; event
 
 
 
   
Since; such great lament
a crown of thorns (lit., briar)
sorrowing
face
together; (see note)
their; in fitting ways
existed as one in me; (see note)
 
dealt
 
 
(see note)
[With] Weeping; was downcast; (see note)
 
   
implanted; (see note)
none (i.e. no sorrows)
peace
Unified; all-encompassing
grieved sorely
saw; (see note)
blows; brought to death
fastened; (see note)
drawn and pierced; (see note)
the source
 
 
pain
 
   
hotter; colder
despoiled
cruel; would not desist
excellent; torn; made weary; (see note)
 
vilified; dishonored; (see note)
cleft to pieces; (see note)
anointed; (see note)
 
sharply ground
 
than
Never a woman has borne
 
   
dead with strength did awaken; (see note)
duskiness of night; (see note)
darkened moon
light leapt out
did shiver and shake
ripped apart
would thou not crack
righteous; you was shed
creatures; their natural wits; (see note)
fastened
 
any
i.e., when Christ died
 
   
 
[from] breast and back
heathen; Dionysius; (see note)
has gone entirely to ruin
saw; move out of position; (see note)
 
wondrously
Marvelous
(see note)
 
our kindred; heritage; (see note)
each person
mankind
 
   
flight
did bellow; stable
fastened
make sounds of mourning
 
once
restore mankind's right
did win
 
(see note)
black [with sin]
tack
One; [exchanged] for; (see note)
 
   
upholds that gift; (see note)
grace
I was obligated: I had to lift up
Infant
[yet] had the shield of confession
rampant; (see note)
hell's chasm, snatched; (see note)
blow; subdued him; (see note)
bound and recorded; (see note)
(see note)
(see note)
do not find fault in me; (see note)
I was destined; (see note)
 
   
baptism; (see note)
 
(see note)
soul's health; (see note)
[With] That blood; (see note)
Sacred; He did deal to me; (see note)
forgot me not; (see note)
When I did feel His blessed blood; (see note)
 
(see note)
Streaked; (see note)
beam; (see note)
cypress
 
   
(see note)
Unless a person; twice
trumpet blasts
lie despisedly forlorn; (see note)
First [born]; there pity begins
(see note)
for mankind's benefit; (see note)
bore; (see note)
(see note)
Unless; a second time; (see note)
men would have been bereft
Left in a forlorn lodging; (see note)
Forever; (see note)
 
   
crowned; (see note)
birthed one; bore; (see note)
graces/grasses (pun); (see note)
Empress of hell; empyreum; (see note)
beautifully; (see note)
wish to know; will be; (see note)
open to view; (see note)
readily appear; (see note)
(see note)
(see note)
(see note)
(see note)
companion
 
   
present a bill of complaint; (see note)
[About] How; did die; (see note)
(see note)
skull; (see note)
(see note)
Each; he deserves; (see note)
The righteous; (see note)
Deceit and treason; fall; (see note)
(see note)
tree branch; (see note)
slender and lean
arraign
torture
 
   
reconciled; (see note)
(see note)
kiss
did seek loving accord; (see note)
Although; destined to rot; (see note)
tearing ropes; did stretch; (see note)
 
[With]; Physician
 
bore (in pregnancy); (see note)
 
stairs to climb
(see note)
 
   
(see note)
teach some [folk]; (see note)
saw; torment; (see note)
asunder; (see note)
creature/creator (pun); (see note)
(see note)
(see note)
(see note)
(see note)
(see note)
laid no blame on him; (see note)
In order to thrust back; (see note)
(see note)
 
   
clothes; did clothe Himself; (see note)
Maiden
born/borne (pun); (see note)
(see note)
stocky (i.e., wooden); (see note)
 
Duke
 
pass on
(see note)
(see note)
(see note)

 
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