{"ps-lactantius-passione/1":{"o":"Quisquis ades mediique subis in limina templi,\nSiste parum insontemque tuo pro crimine passum\nRespice me, me conde animo, me pectore serua.\nIlle ego qui casus hominum miseratus acerbos,\nHuc ueni pacis promissae interpres et ampla\nCommunis culpae uenia: hic clarissima ab alto\nReddita lux terris, hic alma salutis imago,\nHic tibi sum requies, uia recta, redemptio uera,\nVexillumque dei signum et memorabile fati.\nTe propter uitamque tuam sum uirginis aluum\nIngressus, sum factus homo atque horrentia passus\nFunera, nec requiem terrarum in finibus usquam\nInueni, sed ubique minas et ubique labores.\nHorrida prima mihi in terris magalia Iudae\nHospitia in partu sociaeque fuere parenti:","t":"Whoever you are who come near and pass under the threshold of the middle of the temple,\nstop a little, and look on me, who, innocent, suffered for your crime;\nlay me up in your mind, keep me in your heart.\nI am he who, pitying the bitter misfortunes of men,\ncame here as the messenger of the promised peace, and with full\npardon for the common guilt: here the brightest light from on high\nis restored to the earth, here is the kindly image of salvation,\nhere I am your rest, the right way, the true redemption,\nand the standard of God, a sign and memorial of destiny.\nFor your sake and for your life I entered the virgin's womb,\nI was made man and suffered a dreadful\ndeath; nor did I find rest anywhere in the bounds of the earth,\nbut everywhere threats and everywhere toils.\nRough huts of Judah were my first\nlodging on earth at my birth, and for my mother who shared it:","f":"Pseudo-Lactantius, <i>Pass.</i> 1 (CSEL 27:149lines 1–15; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-lactantius-passione/1)."},"ps-lactantius-passione/16":{"o":"Hic mihi fusa dedit bruta inter inertia primum\nArida in angustis praesepibus herba cubile.\nIn Phariis primos uixi regionibus annos\nHerodis regno profugus reliquosque reuersus\nIudaeam, semper ieiunia, semper et ipsam\nPauperiem extremam et rerum inferiora secutus,\nSemper agens monitis humana salubribus almae\nIngenia ad studium probitatis, aperta salubri\nPlurima doctrinae iniungens miracula. quare\nImpia Hierusalem, rabidis exercita curis\nInuidiae saeuisque odiis et caeca furore\nInsonti est poenis letalibus ausa cruentam\nIn cruce terribili mortem mihi quaerere. quae si\nLatius ipse uelim distinguere sique per omnes\nIre iuuet gemitus mecum et sentire dolores,\nCollige consilia insidiasue meique nefandum\nSanguinis innocui pretium et simulata clientis.","t":"here dry grass, strewn among the dumb beasts,\ngave me my first bed in a narrow manger.\nIn the regions of Pharos I lived my first years,\na fugitive from Herod's kingdom; and when I returned\nto Judea I followed always fasting, always poverty\nitself at its extreme, and the lowest of things,\nalways urging human minds, with the healthful warnings of the kindly\nteaching, toward the pursuit of goodness, and adding to that healthful\nteaching very many open miracles. For this reason\nungodly Jerusalem, driven by the raging cares\nof envy and by cruel hatreds, and blind with fury,\ndared to seek for me, the innocent, by deadly punishments,\na bloody death on the terrible cross. If I myself\nshould wish to set these things out more fully, and if it pleases you\nto go through all the groans with me and to feel the sorrows,\ngather up the plots or the snares, and the abominable price\nof my innocent blood, and the feigned","f":"Pseudo-Lactantius, <i>Pass.</i> 16 (CSEL 27:149lines 16–32; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-lactantius-passione/16)."},"ps-lactantius-passione/33":{"o":"Oscula et insultus et saeuae iurgia turbae.\nVerbera praeterea et promptas ad crimina linguas\nFige animo et testes et caeci infanda Pilati\nIudicia ingentemque humeros et fessa prementem\nTerga crucem atque graues horrenda ad funera gressus.\nNunc me, nunc uero desertum extrema secutum\nSupplicia et dulci procul a genetrice leuatum\nVertice ad usque pedes me lustra: en aspice crines\nSanguine concretos et sanguinolenta sub ipsis\nColla comis spinisque caput crudelibus haustum,\nUndique diua pluens uiuum super ora cruorem.\nCompressos speculare oculos et luce carentes\nAfflictasque genas, arentem suspice linguam\nFello uenenatam et pallentes funere uultus.","t":"kisses of the follower, and the insults and abuse of the cruel crowd.\nFix in your mind, besides, the scourges, the tongues ready for accusations,\nthe witnesses, and the abominable judgments of blind Pilate,\nand the huge cross pressing on my shoulders and weary\nback, and the heavy steps toward a dreadful death.\nNow look over me, now indeed forsaken and enduring the last\npunishments, and lifted up far from my sweet mother;\nlook over me from head to feet: see my hair\nmatted with blood, and my neck bloodied beneath\nthe very locks, and my head pierced by cruel thorns,\npouring living blood on every side over my divine face.\nLook at my eyes, pressed shut and lacking light,\nand my stricken cheeks; look up at my parched tongue,\npoisoned with gall, and my face pale in death.","f":"Pseudo-Lactantius, <i>Pass.</i> 33 (CSEL 27:149lines 33–46–150; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-lactantius-passione/33)."},"ps-lactantius-passione/47":{"o":"Cerne manus clauis fixas tractosque lacertos\nAtque ingens lateris uulnus, cerne inde fluorem\nSanguineum fossosque pedes artusque cruentos.\nFlecte genu lignumque crucis uenerabile adora\nFlebilis, innocuo terramque cruore madentem\nOre petens humili lacrimis suffunde subortis\nEt me nonnumquam deuoto in corde meosque\nFer monitus. sectare meae uestigia uitae\nIpsaque supplicia inspiciens mortemque seueram.\nCorporis innumeros memorans animique dolores.\nDisce aduersa pati et propriae inuigilare saluti.\nHaec monumenta tibi si quando in mente iuuabit\nVoluere, si qua fides animo tibi forte meorum,\nDebita si pietas et gratia digna laborum\nSurget, erunt uerae stimuli uirtutis eruntque\nHostis in insidias clipei, quibus acer in omni\nTutus eris uictorque feres certamine palmam.","t":"See my hands fixed with nails and my arms stretched out,\nand the great wound in my side; see the stream of blood\nflowing from it, and my pierced feet and bloody limbs.\nBend your knee and, weeping, adore the venerable wood of the cross,\nand seeking with lowly face the earth wet with innocent blood,\nbathe it with rising tears;\nand sometimes carry me and my warnings in a devoted\nheart. Follow the footsteps of my life,\nand, looking on the very punishments and the harsh death,\nremembering the countless sorrows of body and mind,\nlearn to endure adversity and to watch over your own salvation.\nIf ever it pleases you to turn over these memorials\nin your mind, if by chance there is any faith in my words in your mind,\nif due devotion and fitting gratitude for my labors\narise, they will be goads of true virtue, and they will be\nshields against the snares of the enemy; with them you will be bold\nand safe in every contest, and as victor you will carry off the palm.","f":"Pseudo-Lactantius, <i>Pass.</i> 47 (CSEL 27:150lines 47–63; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-lactantius-passione/47)."},"ps-lactantius-passione/64":{"o":"Haec monumenta tuos si labilis orbis amicos\nAuertent sensus fugiente decoris ab umbra\nMundani, efficient ne spe captatus inani\nMobilis occiduis fortunae fidere rebus\nAuseris aut uitae sperare fugacibus annis.\nSed te nimirum sic ista caduca uidentem\nSaecula et exutum patriae melioris amore\nOrbis opes rerumque usus et uota priorum\nMoribus extollent sacris uitaeque beatae\nSpe duras inter poenas te rore fouebunt\nCaelesti pactique boni dulcedine pascent,\nPurpuream donec post ultima fata relicto\nCorpore sublimes animam reuocabit ad auras\nGratia magna dei. tunc omnem exuta laborem,\nAngelicos tunc laeta choros aciesque beatas\nSanctorum inspiciens aeternae pacis amoena\nPerpetuo felix mecum regnabit in aula.","t":"If these memorials turn your feelings, friendly to the slipping world,\naway from the fleeting shadow of worldly beauty,\nthey will see to it that, caught by empty hope,\nyou do not dare to trust the setting things of fickle fortune,\nor to hope for life in fleeting years.\nBut you, seeing indeed that these ages are thus perishable,\nand stripped, by love of a better fatherland,\nof the wealth of the world and the use of things, the prayers of those before you\nwill lift up by holy ways of life; and with the hope of a blessed life\nthey will cherish you amid harsh pains with heavenly\ndew, and feed you with the sweetness of the promised good,\nuntil, after the last fate, when the body is left behind,\nthe great grace of God will call the soul back\nto the bright breezes on high. Then, stripped of all toil,\nthen joyful, beholding the angelic choirs and the blessed ranks\nof the saints, the delights of eternal peace,\nit will reign happily with me for ever in the hall.","f":"Pseudo-Lactantius, <i>Pass.</i> 64 (CSEL 27:150lines 64–80–151; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-lactantius-passione/64)."}}