Bound and led the quiet man,
delivered up to me.
"Put him to death, the blasphemer",
was the people's plea.
My wife sent word to wash my hands,
she suffered in a dream.
I tried with water before the mob,
it didn't make me clean.
I put a sign above the cross,
the one I made him bring.
I killed a greater man than I,
he truly was the king.