He was despised and rejected by men,
A man of sorrows all over again.
We hid, as it were, our faces from Him.
He was despised, and not esteemed therein.
He has borne our multitudinous griefs;
Carried our sorrows to give us relief.
He was bruised for all our iniquities;
The chastisement upon Him for our peace,
And by His stripes, He sacrificed Himself
That we might find healing above all else.

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