For Good Friday, an excerpt from the late-medieval Scots poem 'The Passioun of Crist' attributed to William Dunbar (1460-1513)
Betuix two thevis ye spreit he gaife
Vnto his fathir moist of mycht
The erd dud trymbill, ye stanis claife,
The sone obscurit fra his licht.
The day wox dirk as ony nycht,
Dede bodyus rais in ye ciete;
Goddis deir sone all thus wes dycht,
O mankind, for the lufe of the.
In weir yat he wes yit on life,
Thai ran ane rude speir in his syde,
And did his precius body rife
Quhill blud and watter did furth glid.
Thus Iesu with his woundis wid
Ane marter sufferit for to de,
An tholit tobe crucifyid,
O mankind, for ye lufe of ye.
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Translation:
Between two thieves the Spirit He gave
Unto His Father most of might.
The earth did tremble, the stones clash,
The sun obscured from his light.
The day waxed dark as any night,
Dead bodies rose in the city;
God's dear Son all thus was dead,
O mankind, for the love of thee.
And when that He was yet alive,
They ran a rude spear into His side,
And did his precious body tear
While blood and water did forth glide.
Thus Jesus with His wounds wide,
An innocent suffered for to die,
And submitted to be crucified,
O mankind, for the love of thee.
Christ Crucified Between Two Theives, by Duccio (c.1225-c.1319)
