V: Consider how Jesus Christ, after being scourged and crowned with thorns, was unjustly condemned by Pilate to die on the cross.

R: My adorable Jesus,
    it was not Pilate;
    no, it was my sins that condemned You to die.
    I beseech You, by the merits of this sorrowful journey,
    to assist my soul on its journey to eternity.
    I love You, beloved Jesus;
    I love You more than I love myself.
    With all my heart I repent of ever having offended You.
    Grant that I may love You always; and then do with me as You will.

(Our Father…Hail Mary…Glory be to the Father)

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing        
All His bitter anguish bearing                
Now at length the sword has passed.            

Cujus animam gementem
Contristatam, et dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius.

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