Surely He hath borne our griefs

And carried our sorrows too,

We esteemed Him stricken, smitten of God;

Afflicted for me and for you.

He was wounded for our transgressions

Bruised for our iniquities;

The chastisement of our peace was upon Him

His stripes heal our infirmities.

He was oppressed, and He was afflicted

Yet He opened not His mouth

He was brought as a Lamb to the slaughter

His manger He had left in the South.

And he made his grave with the wicked

Was with the rich in His death;

But He had done no violence

Nor uttered deceit with His breath.

Isaiah 53:4-9

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