"They divided his garments, casting lots, to see what each should take" (Mc . 15, 24). More pain still, to tear their clothes stuck to the wounds and let him naked before the mob. Psalm 22 says: "I am a worm, and no longer a man, shame and garbage men of the village. My bones are out of joint, my heart melts like wax. itself is divided between my clothes and my clothes are played to dice. " What a pain so great to see you feel your mother that way! ...
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