2
For
he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a
dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see
him, there
is no
beauty that we should desire him.
3
He
is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted
with grief: and we hid as it were our
faces
from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4
Surely
he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem
him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
5
But he was wounded for our
transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement
of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
