V: Consider the compassion of the holy woman, Veronica. Seeing Jesus in such distress, His face bathed in sweat and blood, she presented Him with her veil. Jesus wiped His face, and left upon the cloth the image of His sacred countenance.

R: My beloved Jesus,
    Your face was beautiful before You began this journey;
    but, now, it no longer appears beautiful
    and is disfigured with wounds and blood.
    Alas, my soul also was once beautiful
    When it received Your grace in Baptism;
    but I have since disfigured it with my sins.
    You alone, my Redeemer, can restore it to its former beauty.
    Do this by the merits of Your Passion;
    I repent of having offended You.
    Never permit me to offend You again.
    Grant that I may love You always; and then do with me as You will.

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

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,            
She beheld her tender Child,                
All with bloody scourges rent.            

Pro peccatis suae gentis
Vidit Jesum in tormentis,
Et flagellis subditum.

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