Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses,
and He carried our pains;(A)
but we in turn regarded Him stricken,
struck down by God,(B) and afflicted.
But He was pierced because of our transgressions,(C)
crushed because of our iniquities;(D)
punishment(E) for our peace was on Him,
and we are healed by His wounds.(F)

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(A)Surely he has borne our griefs
    and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
    (B)smitten by God, and afflicted.
(C)But he was pierced for our transgressions;
    he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
    (D)and with his wounds we are healed.

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2-6 The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
    a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
    nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
    a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
    We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
    our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
    that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
    that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
    Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
    We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
    on him, on him.

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