Then Pilate therefore took Jesus, and scourged him. And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns, And put it on his head, and they put on him a purple robe, And said, Hail, King of the Jews! and they smote him with their hands 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. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: Yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. 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