Who has struck you thus,
my Savior, and with torments
so evilly used You?
You are not at all a sinner
like us and our children,
You know nothing of transgressions.
I, I and my sins,
that can be found like the grains
of sand by the sea,
these have brought You
this misery that assails You,
and this tormenting martyrdom
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