Your true face, who can believe?
You have no beauty or majesty to attract us to you,
nothing in your appearance that we should desire you.
You were despised and rejected by us,
a person of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom we hide our faces
you were despised, and we held you in low esteem.*
Please forgive me, my God,
I didn’t recognize you.
Please give me your love so that I can love all your forms.