Jesus is Stripped of His Garments, Station X

Then Job stood up,
tore his robe and shaved his head.
Then, falling to the ground,
he prostrated himself and said:
Naked came I from my mother's womb
naked I shall return again.
Yahweh gave, Yahweh has taken back
Blessed be the name of the Yahweh!
In all this misfortune Job committed no sin,
and he did not reproach God.
Job, 1:20-22

I At last you stand upon Golgotha's hill
awaiting what you said would come to be.
The carnival has gathered round to see
a morbid spectacle to give them thrill,
to satisfy their coward's urge to kill.
They mingle here in coarse expectancy
to view that pain that brings mortality.
They gazed upon you, gaze upon you still.
What brings the human mind to pleasure make
in other's harm? In petty things, in small
mean acts, we savor hurts. We gladly take
a prideful glee in others' anguished fall.
It is such deeds which harden human hearts,
and by their living saving Grace departs.

No, this is the covenant
I shall make with the House of Israel
when those days have come, Yahweh declares.
Within them I shall plant my Law,
writing it on their hearts.
Then I shall be their God and they will be my people.
There will be no further need for everyone
to teach neighbor or brother,
saying, "Learn to know Yahweh!"
No, they will all know me,
from the least to the greatest, Yahweh declares,
since I shall forgive their guilt
and never more call their sin to mind.
Jeremiah, 31:31-34

II You know all this and yet you stand rebuffed
by thoughts, from hearts; of deeds. But what man hates
determines not your acts. Despite his stuffed
and haughty head you know a heart creates
a soul's repose. And to this realm that knows
no words, you speak. So you must strip the cloaks,
the robes; the shirts that hide our cold egos.
Once there you'll lift sin's many heavy yokes.
But yet, to your good work we must assent.
Since love works best when both do give and share
and to its wondrous birth and growth relent.
For such great love holds all there is to care.
What other hope can endless beings store,
than you bore all so love could be our core.

When they had finished crucifying him
they shared out his clothing by casting lots,
St. Matthew, 27:35

III Since life is short, why choose this way my God?
If life can bring to each some joy then why
forsake its fleeting days and this path trod?
For all too soon we each with death shall lie.
If choice is moot and death the point, how odd
you chose the cross. Is suff'ring then reply
to need to cleanse for heaven sons of sod?
For truly, there are quicker ways to die.
But first, to yet one more ignoble shame
you give yourself. Here, as the crowd surveys,
your clothes are stripped; your flesh exposed. You claim
humiliation's crown in lieu of praise.
So for a moment you're as babes are born,
all bloody but, it's your own flesh that's torn.