It is when suffering finds a voice and
sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.

It is a pity that we cannot escape from life when we are young.

He preacheth patience that never knew pain

Jesus' suffering has no self-pity, or anger nor it's masochistic. It's a dignified way of enduring pain. Imagine Jesus shouting to his persecutors. "Bring it on! Nothing and nobody can stop me!"

Through me the way into the suffering city,Through me the way to the eternal pain,Through me the way that runs among the lost.Justice urged on my high artificer;My maker was divine authority,The highest wisdom, and the primal love.Before me nothing but eternal things were made,And I endure eternally.Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.