My Divine Saviour, what didst Thou become,
when for love of souls Thou didst suffer
Thyself to be bound to the pillar? Ah! How
truly then was fulfilled the word of the Prophet,
saying of Thee that from head to foot Thou
shouldst be all one wound, so as to be no
longer recognizable! What shame Thou didst
endure when they stripped Thee of Thy
garments! What torments Thou didst undergo
in that tempest of countless blows! In what
torrents did Thy Most Precious Blood gush
forth from Thy bursting veins!
I know well it was not so much the injustice
of the Roman governor and the cruelty of the
soldiers that scourged Thee as my sins. O
accursed sins, that have cost Thee so many
pains! Alas, what hardness of heart, when
notwithstanding Thy manifold sufferings for
me I have continued to offend Thee! But from
this day forth it shall be so no longer. United to
Thee by bonds of loyalty forever, as long as I
shall live, I shall seek to satisfy Thine offended
justice. By the pains Thou didst suffer when
bound to the pillar, by the scourges which tore
Thine innocent Flesh, by the Blood which
Thou didst shed in such abundance, have
mercy on this unhappy soul of mine; deliver
me today and always from the snares of the
tempter; and when I have come to the end of
my exile, bring me safely home to heaven with
Thee. An indulgence of 500 days.